Sometimes it creeps up to my spine,
all my fears and doubts.
I just want to escape at times,
but it seems I have no outs.

I'm forced to face my demons,
and tell them every time they should leave.
A little voice in my head speaks up,
that persuades me to just receive.

Then I give in to all that is bad,
to see no angels on my shoulder.
But the day after I just feel regrets,
and conclude that I've gotten a bit colder.

I lose my faith in what's good in this world,
because no one shows me better.
However I feel hope in my darkest hours,
so I go on living for all that does matter.