Sometimes the only way
To get rid of the demons inside
Is to let them know you tried
You cried
You may have lied
But you're alive
The only way to combat the
Monsters within
Is to get in
And tell them you already win
The only way to scare the
Phantoms in your head
Is to let them know you're not quite dead
The solution isn't going to bed
So when the world starts turnin' red
Don't forget that you're still here
Just crack open another beer
And know you have nothing to fear
Everything will be okay in the end
If it's not, then you'll just have to pretend
No matter what happens, a hand you should lend
And to all, you just need to be a friend
Just know, we love you no matter what
Even if you smell like a monkey's butt. ;-)
This was a poem I made for my dad. He works with troubled youth, and often times they pass away. It's really hard on him, so I made this to let him know we (my siblings and I) still care.
