My demons eat through me,
I can’t hold on much longer,
It’ll just take a while, I say,
And I’ll get stronger.
But I slip away into my mind.
Is it w really getting better,
I ask myself as I question everything around me.
Is it really getting better,
I ask myself as everything breaks me.
I drift through life, the wounds of my existence growing.
And I’ve come to reckon with my insecurity,
but it hasn’t come to reckon with me.
And just as soon as my mind starts slowing,
It is launched back into it’s dark place.
I can’t change my situation,
But my situation won’t change me.
So I drift through these blue hours.