Alone

People say to take it one day at a time
But with every breath I realign.

This awful silence I try to crush
Painted by my demon's brush.

Alone is something I don't do very well
It is sort of my own personal hell.

Although this thing seems to torture me
It's a place I will always be.

In the empty moments when I'm alone
I've finally realized, I am on my own.

No matter whether someone's here or not
Alone and lonely is something I'll be a lot.

My inner child begs to be a man
While the rest of me wonders if I can.

To the lessons I've learned,
And the scars I've earned,

To the people who only see my facade
And to all those who find me odd.

The true meaning of mental health
Is learning to live with one's self.

So, I will reach into the ashes of my pain
To find a way to live, with me, alone again.