Demons of the Week

In the shadows, where the whispers creep,

I hold my breath, fighting demons while I sleep.

Each day's a battle, wearing armor made of scars,

Underneath this heavy heart, I've come so far.

Monday morning, the sun barely breaks,

Coffee cold, just another mistake.

Thoughts like thunder, crashing through my mind,

Behind this smile, a storm I can’t hide.

I walk the line, where hope collides,

A warrior’s spirit, though I'm lost inside.

Taking steps through the endless fight,

Searching for peace in the dead of night.

I'm fighting demons during the week,

Finding strength when I'm feeling weak.

With every heartbeat, I rise again,

This battle's mine, I won't give in.

Wednesday whispers secrets of my past,

Every failure is a shadow that’s cast.

But I won’t crumble, no I won’t fall,

With every bruise, I hear my call.

I’m standing tall, through the darkest haze,

Facing the truth, breaking through the maze.

With every tear that I’ve shed and cried,

I’m reclaiming the light that I used to hide.

I'm fighting demons during the week,

Finding strength when I'm feeling weak.

With every heartbeat, I rise again,

This battle's mine, I won't give in.

Friday’s here, the dawn of release,

I’ll dance with shadows and taste the sweet peace.

In the fire, I ignite my soul,

With every leap, I’m closer to whole.

When the clock strikes twelve, I’ll know it’s true,

The demons may fight, but they're not breaking through.

With the weekend’s song, I’ll let my heart speak,

In this fight for life, I am strong, not weak.