It is a subtle foe
At first it is your friend
Laughing, having a good time
Your worries start to slip away
The mornings are a bit rough
That is ok, you had fun
It starts taking more to find that good time
The morning comes and you need it to settle your nerves
Soon it isn’t enough and it brings a friend
Now you approach that goal of fun
The two gather strength while you lose it
The chase is never ending to find that first feeling of that first time
Now the only thing left is to use them for escape
Escape from reality, feelings, the past
Now the two have taken over
They are in control
You try to shake them
They are strong
You reach out in the dark, hoping for help
A hand reaches for yours, you hold on
Behind the hand there is hope that is hard to fathom
Your head clears, body stronger
No more chase because you have your faith
This Is Me 