My life used to be
one giant hulking mess.
and me a weak sodden soul,
padded with distress.
I tried to fight against it
but it kept dragging me down.
Smothering me in regrets
and causing me to drown.
I often sleep for hours
with no desire to wake.
And let the depression take me down
though I know it is a mistake.
SO I begin to look for vices
to let my frustrations out.
Not thinking that I need anyone
to talk to this about.
So instead I grabbed some liqour
enough to put me to sleep
Or drink a drop of cold medicine.
to knock me off my feet.
And sometimes I'd get this feeling
of immense pain in my head.
And take two advils,
then to the world I was dead.
I'd let my demons drag me down,
and tell me it was okay.
That no one cared and I was worthless
and I'd believe what they'd say.
So I'd drink more of stolen liqour
and do what I knew was wrong.
But the allure of my demons was enticing
for they sung a hypnotic song.
So I kept letting them drag me down
and I never expected to get back up.
Just kept giving them my tears
to fill their never ending cup.
I sometimes chose to fight against them
thinking I don't want to let them in.
And then life takes a downwards turn
and I give in to them again.
And though this may be a time, when
their power over me, is slowly but surely thinning.
Sometimes I can't help but feel,
my inner demons are winning.