There are going to be days
That will be harder than most
Days spent drifting through life
As hollow as a ghost

Those days where all you want
Is to lay in bed where it’s okay,
Where it’s always warm and safe;
And yet you pull those sheets away.
You rip off the layers.
Each adding more weight to your chest,
But you still refuse to turn back
To your bed where you can rest.

There will be some days
Where you can hardly swallow,
And eating will make you sick
For a day or two that follow.

But what’s important is you.
Your body soul and mind
And that you have the strength
To leave that voice behind.
And, sure it may catch up
And bug you from time to time.
But you’re strong enough to walk away;
A strength that’s so sublime.

There will always be times
Where you want it all to stop.
Where you want to take the pocket watch
And smash your ticking clock.

But think of each day you lived,
Or rather each time you survived
The battle against yourself
On the war-fields of your mind.
You’ve fought off with each demon
Enough to last your years,
And sure it may have been hard
But even clear blue skies shed tears.