Demons Within
For My Brother
There are times my will to live is stronger than my urge to die
Perpetuating an illusion, does that mean I am living a lie?
I lie alone at night, truth be told I don’t want to fight.
But my demons come out to play, sometimes it feels like they will never go away
So I pour myself another beer dissipating all my childish fear
drowning them out so I can sleep
don’t worry baby, I won’t weep
I know I should be stronger than that
That’s not how grown men should act
In the morning I feel like the living dead
I swear there’s zombies running in my head
Eating away at my brain and all I feel is this pulsing pain
Room’s still spinning from the night before
and all I want is to drink some more
I can’t let them win (These demons within)
So I wake up and do it all over again
Why won’t they just die?
I want them to fry for everything they have made me do
Now I’m too ashamed to even look at you
I can feel them getting closer
Soon they will have all the power
It could just be for an hour
or maybe I will be gone for good
If this doesn’t do the trick
Then I don’t know what would
Yeah, I’m still fighting
I don’t want to let them win
These demons, These demons within!
(2014)
I wrote this Poem for my brother who is going through sort of a downward spiral these last couple month and how I understood how he was feeling.
