MDCM
You try and call me out of it
Snap me out of this evil state
Try to pull me out of this dark pit
But I stubbornly refuse to call for help
You say I need to get support
Just go see someone
Tell those who raised me to be who I am
But I straighten my back and rebel
You have called me stupidly stubborn
You were right; I am
I know what would be good for me
But I allow myself to fall
Stop building up the walls,
Stop kicking out the people,
Stop cutting all you have to pieces,
But what else am I supposed to do?
I don’t want the help,
I don’t want the cutting apart to stop,
And even when I do, I am reminded:
My demons comfort me.
Without them in my miserable life,
I could so easily get somewhere.
But, I know that I will fall in a different way then,
For suddenly I won’t need a rescuer.
Leave my demons,
They are trying to attract the hero of my story.
And yes, I might break before I am rescued,
But then I was the weakling.
I am an idiot.
A coward.
A fool.
Broken and shattered...
I know...
I know that I am falling apart more and more,
Every time that I don't call out for some assistance,
Every time that I allow another trial to beat me down.
But, my dear,
Diamonds aren’t formed when it is going well;
It takes the pressure, it takes the trial
And even if I’ll end up being a flawed diamond:
I’ll still be worth more than those stones.
Cause, I am still here.
Stood up again after that last fall.
Stiffened my back.
Got the soundtrack ready to play; today will be another trial of a day.
And when it gets too hard to take?
Well, I hope my demons will comfort me again,
Hopefully not decide to finally take my life.
If they do?
Well, what did I say earlier?
I'm a fool and an idiot;
Play with fire and you get turned into ashes...
May I rest in peace.