Demons
Why does it feel like
I have been fighting this demon
My whole life?
I underestimated my demon's power.
Stuck in a hypothetical corner,
I sit there and cower.
My past has me weak,
Tears streaming down my cheeks,
So angry that I have to
Find a release.
It doesn't come with ease,
You have to make promises
You can't keep.
If you're too afraid to fall
You'll never take the leap.
Unless you put the drugs down
In hopes it turns your life around.
My happiness must have ended up
In the lost and found
Or on the ground,
Face down.
I have to remind myself;
Chin up,
Fix my crown,
And put the pieces back together
So I feel less broken.
I lay here and wonder
What life is without
Substances holding all the power
And sacrificing my happiness
For self destruction,.
And secrets.
I'm still sick,
But it's getting better.
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