We all have our demons that we fight.
We all have tears at some point we cried.
We've all held in something for far to long, that eventually started taking its toll.
There's not much difference between me and you. I still have a heart and soul but they're just a little bit broken.
I've held them together with false hope and sleepless nights. I've tried to grip back on to reality and at times I think I might.
I've hit rock bottom hopefully for the last time. But I will ask you one thing.
Will you hold my hand while I wait to climb back up to the top, will you keep me company while I sit on this rock?
Never let me forget that this isn't it?
Looking me straight in the eyes and whisper " you got this"?
Or will I sit at the bottom, with no way up besides a broken ladder? Still holding on to false hope and temporary solutions?
Or will I go the rest of my life waiting for a cure to my sickness and keep pretending that i will get better all on my own?
The only difference between me and you is you're that other part of me that's constantly screaming in my head. You're the conscious side of mind. You are the only person here for me but the one that sat me on this rock.
You're the one and only enemy I have, the one that gives me false hope.
One day you say I got this. The next day you laugh in my face for me thinking this is gonna be ok.
