face them and fight
My demons,
They riot,
They scream and yell.
My heart,
It aches,
She begs for them to stop.
My mind,
It is overwhelmed,
She cannot think for the sake of living.
My soul,
It begs,
She begs for my demons to stop.
My demons don't.
And I have a choice: face them and fight or run.
So, I slowly stood up, despite shaking like a maniac,
And I face them and fight.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
