My Personal Platoon

I fear that my assent is not from individual strength, not from personal power I fear I needed assistance to climb up from beneath Was it me, able to withstand my demon alone? Did I only need to believe to start the transformation? -The placebo effect How could I get so lost? To be incapable of finding joy within hurt, light within darkness I, unable to fight myself without backup I fear that if I send my soldiers home I will again lose So dependent on my personal platoon I become One day, I aspire to need no troops but my own heart and mind But for now you may call me Addicted