Fear and pain inside my brain,
I scream, I cry, I strain.
I want the pain out.
I can’t stand it about,
but it simply will not go away.
I’ve smoked, I’ve cut, I’ve drank.
I feel like a fish, trapped in a tank.
I swim in a circle, looking about,
dreaming that I will get out.
Now that would be the day.
Some days are easy and some are hard,
sometimes it’s a struggle to leave the yard.
Doubt and fear tearing me down from within,
all I know is that I cannot give in.
Surrender would be my end.
I’ve created these demon’s in me.
I blame myself you see.
I must fight and move on,
Until every demon is gone,
for myself I must fend.
One foot in front of the next,
feeling like I’ve been hexed.
I accept my plight,
dream of a future that's bright,
and use hope to sustain me.
One day the demon’s will die.
It will finally be just I.
Free of the tank,
I’ll do nothing but thank,
that I can simply be.