The Illusionist
Tears threaten to break through.
Forehead creasing, preparing for the fight of a lifetime.
A constant struggle, brain versus emotion.
Nothing seems to get better when you’ve hit rock bottom.
Although I swore I’d never go back to.
Now feeling the urge to release those salt lake tears.
There they fall further down my cheeks.
I’ve fought this battle before.
I remember it as vividly as it happened just moments ago.
The hurt.
The anger and resentful form into a ball of fury that’s ready to strike.
Hating what it has done to me.
Broken me down, filling me with road blocks of doubt.
I’ll recover from this as if it were a bad case of the stomach flu.
One pain killer at a time and I will have forgotten everything.
Forehead creasing, preparing for the fight of a lifetime.
A constant struggle, brain versus emotion.
Nothing seems to get better when you’ve hit rock bottom.
Although I swore I’d never go back to.
Now feeling the urge to release those salt lake tears.
There they fall further down my cheeks.
I’ve fought this battle before.
I remember it as vividly as it happened just moments ago.
The hurt.
The anger and resentful form into a ball of fury that’s ready to strike.
Hating what it has done to me.
Broken me down, filling me with road blocks of doubt.
I’ll recover from this as if it were a bad case of the stomach flu.
One pain killer at a time and I will have forgotten everything.
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