There are violent wars we fight inside of ourselves that nobody ever truly sees. Late at night, my thoughts haunt me deeply. Of all the bad past choices I've made in haste. Wrong decisions. Of all the things I have regretted that changed my life, forever, after. These silent inner conversations we have with no one but ourselves, completely scrape my soul raw, while sprinkling spiritual salt over everything. The burn is third degree. Raw into my nerves. Self inflicted pain. This time it's deep..