Giving Into my Fears
Holding onto my hopes
Yet I'm still letting go.
Keeping all of my faith,
but the demons, they know.
They drive me into the darkness,
and I feel so alone.
My hands feel so cold
Shivering down to the bone.
I know I'm not perfect,
and I know that so well.
The demons point out my flaws.
Making my life hell.
Everywhere that I go,
They are stuck to my back.
Following like a shadow.
I'll always have something I lack.
The feeling of happiness.
The joy of love.
The grace of friendship.
The gifts from above.
But I have none of that.
All that's left is my fears.
For me to pity myself,
and hide behind my tears.
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