I thought I had it under control.
But the demons came back. Took their toll.
I’m staring at the bottom of the bottle,
all alone,
lost in silence,
unable to find my way home.
I swore I’d never touch it again.
But here I am—just me and my shame.
It’s a vicious cycle.
I’m caught in the spin.
I am my own worst enemy.
My biggest sin.
Late nights.
Dark skies.
I can’t escape my mind.
Running from the past,
but it’s always a step behind.
Every sip, every hit—a temporary high.
It fades.
And I’m left asking why.
I’ve tried to fight.
But the battle’s wearing thin.
These scars on my soul—
they’re deepening.
I wear a mask.
But the cracks are starting to show.
And in this war with myself,
I’m losing.
I fell into the trap again,
thinking I could pretend.
But the truth is clear—
I’m drowning.
And I did it to myself.
Maybe one day I’ll find the strength
to break the chain,
rearrange,
start again.
But for now,
I’m stuck in this pain,
searching for light in the middle of the rain.
So here’s to the nights when I fall apart.
To the days when the dark feels like home.
I’m still fighting.
Still searching for the end.
But tonight…
I accidentally did me again.