By Brandon Koebernik | Featured Contributor
My medication is wearing off,
It’s no longer protecting me.
My demons begin to scoff,
As I try to make a plea.
They found a way through,
The chemicals weren’t strong enough.
I’m lost without a clue,
How am I supposed to rebuff?
I thought they were working,
Yet I find myself back at square one.
I can see my demons smirking,
As they think I’m nearly done.
I’m tired of being beaten down,
I’m tired of feeling defeated.
I feel like I’m about to drown,
As my mind has been mistreated.
My mind is fragmented and shattered,
I’m left picking up the pieces.
Not that it actually mattered,
As the demon’s torment increases.
No shame to say it,
I’m struggling to write.
But I refuse to quit,
I’ll give it all my might.
One day at a time,
That’s my motto.
It’s a constant climb,
But healing will follow.
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