Saturday, October 17, 2020
I can feel you coming for me
The smell of weakness drawing you in.
I fight so hard to replace you with something better
To replace what you take
To heal the scars you leave.
But there are holes in my armor
And the scars are too many, too deep.
I just don't have the energy.
I'm worn down from fighting the same old battle every day.
I'm worn down from pretending I'm Okay
As I wait for it to be true someday.