Why am i weak when i used to be strong
Why am i depressed when i used to be happy
Why am i scared when i used to be brave
Why the anxiety when i used to me stable
Why the anger when i used to be calm
Why did i forget when i used to remember
Why am i hurting myself when i didnt know what a weapon looked like
& im a puppet on invisible strings
I continue to be pressured into negativity
All my strength has been stolen from me
My body is a trade for a living monster
Im slowly disappearing
When i use violence is when im trying to make them leave
But they know how to fight
When i run, im actually walking
But they know how to slow me down
When i sink, is when im trying to drown my demons
But they know how to swim