The Fight

The hopelessness and failure seep into my soul.
At this time I should be happiest, all I see is tarnished gold.

I know it is my demons, rising up from out their graves,
Surging with renewed strength, hoping I will cave.

The depression of my past, the self-hatred lying there,
I struggle with it desperately, trying to get air.

I know I’m not a failure,
I know hope still exists,
I just have to find it,
As the knife of darkness twists.

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