This life is getting heavy, my mind seems to thrive in the dark, I'm scared of my demons, they claw and growl and bark, but I keep them on a leash, even so, even tho the collar is on my demons it's me who can't breath, god I really wish I could breath. It's hard to control something when you let it control you for so long, that's why I'm my lowest times I turn to the bong, the weed help to ease the pain but I'm already crushed from the fear in my brain, it's gets heavier and heavier until I collapse, I don't want the drugs but still I relapse, perhaps one day these scars will heal but it doesn't seem likely because of the pain that I feel - an original poem by yours truely
©deadly
D