A Poem

Demons all around, I fight until I bleed

They tell me about all the bad things I’ll ever really need.

I can push them aside, hide them away,

I know somehow, someway they will come back to stay.

I get tired of fighting all the time,

It’s not fair to fight for something that's already mine.

Why can’t I be like most of you, strong and so calm?

Are these battles really going to last a life time so long?
Why did God choose me to fight so hard?

To be the one who gets dealt the bad card?

Addiction; just a word, for the feelings, there is no cure.

I just want to be one with God, unselfish and pure.

I can’t stop messing up all the good things coming to me,

When I scream really loud the demons won’t flee.

I hate those thoughts in the back of my mind,

I know that another day will just bring another kind.

I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore,

My soul is already broken and torn.

I don’t want to hurt myself either anymore,

I just want to fix me where I am sore.

Evil inhaled as I breathe in to pray,

God, will you ever make this quit someday?

I want to talk to you, and the evil covers me.

I love you and want to change, I know you can see.

The nightmares are so bad; I want them to end,

I want us to be close God, just as a friends.

So since sometimes I can’t pray I suppose this is it,

Will you help me put the pieces back so that they will fit?

Will you show me which way I am to take in this life,

Teach me how to deal with such pain and strife.

I know you are there, I feel you all the time,

Lord, please just help me get back what is mine.