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.