With an average of 3 hours of sleep,
I brave through a new day, yet again.
I piggyback my demons as my angel hangs on to my heart,
as it remains pure through hell.
It shows potential…
My demons see that.
So they press on,
loving a good challenge.
I persist on too;
a war over my heart constantly shook my foundations.
Today, they finally lost.
Today, I get to sleep and rest my burdens.
Today, they lost,
because my heart is stronger than the shit you give me.