The Cracks

 

The cracks are growing bigger

The demons are patiently waiting

They feel it’s about time

Before I just give in

I battle this all in my head

Fight it everyday 

I feel the pressure building

With each passing moment

My skin turning raw

Looks like bruises

I ignore what my wrists look like

For they are not the same

Yet only the beginning

I am told I need to fight

For that’s all I have left

Who am I fighting for

I don’t know anymore

The battle is strong

I am only collapsing

Maybe they are right

The moment I stop

Is when they won’t notice

Then it’s too late

Then maybe that’s when they’ll see

I have been fighting

All this time

Felt so alone

Maybe they will see why I stopped

Once the cracks get too big

There is no stopping it