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I feel myself retreating
Withdrawling from my life.
Resorting back to who I was
Not who I want to be
Struggling to make sense of the fog
The demons in the corners of my mind
The voices grow louder with each passing breath
Taunting my existence, encouraging me to surcome
My old tricks aren’t working
Feeling the calmness that is promised if I just stop
I try to steady my breath
I try to quiet the buzzing
Meditate a dangerous mind
Lay to rest the battling thoughts
Force myself to continue forward
I can’t afford not to see this through I have come to far to play dead now
Yet I feel myself sinking back to comfortable discomfort
Angry all the time
I sink into bed counting reasons to get back up
A war is being fought
In the darkest corners of my mind
The static almost winning, not caring what comes next
Exhaustion setting in
Trying to settle in, find myself again
Before it is too late, the progress completely undone
Unrecognized by my own mirror, a stranger in my life
Falling victim to the shadows
Easy prey for the depression
Welcomed rest from the war
I think I will stay here forever amongst the hate and the loathing
Here is where you’ll find me, when all happiness is gone
((hugs))
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