I was standing up again,
On my own two feet,
I had my balance back,
I had felt almost complete,
Before my demons grabbed me,
And yanked me back to the bed,
With their arms around my waist,
Kissing up my neck,
Whispering in my ear,
Telling me lies so sweet,
Things so convincing,
Promises they couldn't keep,
I was standing tall,
Even holding my head high,
But the demons pulled me back,
And now I want to die,
For a second,
I didn't really care,
That I didn't know the future,
But I don't think I belong there,
Everything was okay,
And it wasn't even scary,
Because losing all the happy,
Is something that terrifies me,
But now I've sunk back down,
And I've already missed meals,
The demons are smiling,
As they fed off of how bad it feels,
I've done nothing but sleep,
Yet I'm completely exhausted,
I feel so utterly worthless,
Here's to four days wasted...
And I was doing so good...
Before I fell again.
