We all know, how life is unfair
We try so hard, without despair
sometimes things get the best of us
but we always gotta keep in mind
The underlying truth and its fierceness

The turn around, from sick to well
demons hide, and sometimes dwell
Not always apparent but sits and waits.
Keeping them out of sight, its a trick.
When you loose control, again you’re sick.

There is always help, when in need
You can’t always turn to this weed.
For now its fine, because I’m alone
Someday soon I really hope to meet,
someone to be with, someone sweet.