The Vicious Circle

Its not just the demons  
There is more than that you see
The bottle full of bourbon
Depression and anxiety
The bottle can be fought off
When dealing with any one
Its when they all hit at once
When the darkness blankets the sun
Demons claw and scratch
Depression stabs at the soul
Anxiety isolates from everything
And you have nowhere to go
Spending days alone
Curled up in the bed
Or cowering in the corner
Hands holding our heads
This is how we live
Until we can lock it all away
Clean and dress ourselves  
To face another day
It is a vicious circle
A fight they say can be won
Slipping, tripping, falling
When the darkness blankets the sun
Written by Wh1skeySwagger (Swagger)
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