Fighting the Real Demon

Addiction grips me tight, A constant battle, day and night. It whispers in my ear, Telling me what I want to hear. It promises relief and escape, But only leads me to a darkened fate. I try to resist its pull, But it's like a raging bull. It takes control of my mind, Leaving me lost and blind. I know I must fight, To break free from its might. I seek help and support, To keep me on the right course. I take it one day at a time, And slowly, I begin to climb. Out of the depths of despair, I find hope and repair. I am stronger than my addiction, And I will not let it win. I will keep fighting with all my might, Until I am free from its grip, day and night. For I know that I am worth it, And I will not let addiction defeat me, not one bit.