Dealing with all of this on my own
With a little help over the phone
People tell me it's all in my head
They don't understand that I'm
stuck with this dread
So I keep everything locked up tight
Constantly on my own in a fight
Voices echoing from my demons
Pestering me with nothing but reasons
Why I should end it all
But I refuse to listen
No matter how much they say
I'll make it my mission
I'm not gonna lose, not today
I still have so much left to say
These clouds will go away
I'll make it my mission
It's not a discussion
I'll go out fighting
Or I'll die trying
I'll make it my mission
I'll keep it in my vision
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
