The Battle

I battle the demons every day I try real hard to keep them at bay I distract myself and make a cake Vacuum the house, a smile I fake Not really sure what more I can do than ride the darkness all the way through It’s not one thing, but a combination my soul is tired, there’s no elation The demons claw and cause such doubt my happy heart went walk-about My insides churn and hopeless I feel I sense the shadows, the battle is real with a deep breath, I draw in some light the beasts haven’t won, but someday they might.