The walls are closing in,
The ceiling is getting low,
The war is inside my head,
So there is no place to go.
I am my biggest hater,
No one can put me down as well.
Am I sane or am I crazy?
Most days it's hard to tell.
My demons won't let me be,
They just won't cut me slack.
It's hard to feel okay,
With the whole world on your back.
If we saw souls instead of bodies,
Maybe you would be able to tell,
Just how long I've been fighting,
My way through my personal hell.
Maybe someday the demons will go away,
Maybe someday I will not cry.
You may see me struggle,
But you'll always see me try.
Take your best shot at me,
I've fought through worse than you.
I will keep on fighting,
No matter what you say or do.
Like a wounded solider,
I've come too far to quit,
There has to be something better,
Please God, don't let this be it.

Melissa LaVone

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