Cruelty Brought Me Worth

My will has failed.

My heart has fallen to an early death.

A bottomless chasm opens insides my chest.

Old demons begin to call my name.

They flock to me as if I was the source of their power; whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

Tempting.

Desiring.

I feel my old friends drag me down into hellish depths, which I know all too well.

All of the old familiar places which I had abandoned.

It feels like home.

Drowning in my blind panic, I am sucked back into my old life.

I cry.

I am weak.

I am pathetic.

Why do I fall so easily to their words?

I should have learned my lesson.

I am my own person.

I am stronger.

I am better.

I deserve more than this pitiful existence.

I deserve more than this life I knew before.

I shall conquer.

I shall defeat.

I.

Will.

Win.

I call on a greater power.

One who is always with me.

He rescues me in my time of need.

He lifts me out of the pit I fell into.

He takes the blinders off my eyes.

He banishes my demons, with their poisonous thoughts, to a place where even the sun is afraid to burn.

And in this peace, I rest in knowing.

That I am safe.

I am loved.

I am worth something.