Demons: A life with Mental Illness
We all have our demons. We all have our sin.
They have no power until they’re let in.
Into our minds and into our heart.
And piece by piece they tear us apart.
We question everything we believe,
And ruin ourselves beyond all retrieve.
Emotion flows in, too strong to handle,
And life begins to blow out the candle
Of hate and of love, until we are numb
Demons arise; slowly they come
Thought by thought, seemingly harmless
It is a very slow fade into darkness.
And then one day we look in the mirror
The person we see is one that we fear.
Someone we will never quite understand
Hungry for blood; but in the end it’s our hand
We do the damage. We leave the stain.
And we can’t control it, despite our restrain
We throw our hands up, we simply stop trying
We’re sick of the pain, the cheating and lying
Not mad at the world, just mad at ourselves
We rip our heart out. Place it on a shelf.
Emotional consistency. That’s what we need.
So what’s the solution? The demons we feed.
We give up our faith in the days we have left
We give up our hope in this life and the next.
The worst part is that we know we’ll be fine
The demons inside us will fade over time.
But they will be back. No, they’re never gone.
With that fact in mind, we struggle along.
Every peak has a valley; every dark, a dawn
And in that darkness, were quickly withdrawn.
It’s a constant battle that will never end.
We’ll always be broken, despite how we mend.