The Beast
I lay in bed, tears on my face,
No one would miss me, I could be easily replaced.
These are the thoughts that echo in my mind,
during my battles with The Beast, the meanest of its kind.
I’m tired, I’m weak,
I’m weary, I’m sad,
I’m not myself,
It drives me mad!
I’m looking for someone,
anyone, help me please!
to understand the power
of The Beast, that drives me to my knees.
People think it’s for attention,
they think it’s all fake,
but who are they to judge me,
or the effort that it takes
To
Fight
Off
The
Beast.