I hear the cruel chorus of voices in my head Begin to quiet; The fist of anxiety that’s squeezing my lungs Loosens its grip, Letting me breath for a moment. The soft voice like an angel Whispers in my ear, Telling me everything I’ve longed to hear. I finally found my happy place; Away from the screaming, Now I’m just dreaming.
I wake up, And everything I once held dear is gone. The crushing feeling sinks in As I realize it was just another demon, Feeding on my misery and doubt; But it’s too late now, ‘Cause by the time I figured it out, It has become something I can’t live without.