Feet reflecting the ache in my chest,
I heave my legs over the edge of my bed.
Gotta keep pushin,
Gotta keep the demons at bay.
When my feet hit the floor, Satan will say:
"Oh shit, she's up."
...right?
Doc says these meds will work,
Says that it's just a matter of time.
Time....
Something I had less of in my head.
No matter the amount of thoughts I have,
No matter how many equations I solve,
The fiends keep knocking.
Keep begging.
Keep pleading.
I know what will happen if I go there,
I risk never coming back.
In this moment, I want to die.
Again.
This happens hourly,
then vanishes.
My feet hit the floor,
and the insistent beseeching inside my skulls stops.
Another battle won.
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