To the strongest person I know.
You think that it isn’t so.
You think you are weak
Because you struggle day to week.
You think that you are pathetic
You think that you’re messed up; sick.
And yet you still fight?
You still scratch and bite.
When the darkness comes,
wielding it’s knives and guns
you fight, you don’t always win
Sometimes, you let the darkness in
But you get back up, and take your stance
Bloody and bruised you invite it to dance.
You think that you are broken and useless
When you stand there with a bloody fist
You’re still fighting though
Which is why you’re the strongest person I know
I would have stopped by now
And left the battle, without a bow.
This is dedicated to my best friend. She battles her demons every day and every night. Sometimes she loses a battle, and feels guilty. She fights and wonders why all of this is happening to her. I like to remind her, that she is strong. I like to remind her that she’s got this. I want her to know, that she is amazing, brilliant, and strong. I want her to know that her demons can be beaten.