I used to think I had the fight in me

Though in retrospect, It must’ve been the Bud light in me

I’m finding it harder every day

To fight the demons and the things they say

Fight off memories, in my head they play

It’s getting harder to keep these things at bay

I wouldn’t say I’m weak… Out loud, at least

I’d say I’m tired, tired of fighting off images of the deceased

Images of ex’s tangled in someone else’s bedsheets,

Of the coming of The Beast

“I think, therefore I am”

So now I wish I wasn’t

I want to stop thinking about anything that’s unpleasant

Is there a way to find some peace for my head?

Wait, can someone saw it off instead?

I’m getting desperate for the remedy

Could’ve sworn I found it at the end of a bottle of JD

But the fix was merely temporary

And by the morning I had more worries to carry

The women that came by took my mind off the matter for a second

Till they started acting cocky like if for them I beckoned

And though I enjoy the company

To catch feelings just isn’t in me

I’m still looking to feed answers to the monsters that wish I would break and cry

“Why try?” I’m still fighting to know why.