Enemy Me

09.07.25 00:19

12 Ab 12 Jahren

Fertiggestellt

I wake up, feel the pull like a friend turned to threat,

a whisper inside me that won't let me forget.

I'm trying to steer but the grip turns to chain,

and the poison inside me keeps feeding my brain.

I juggle my thoughts and they cut like a blade,

try running away but the pull doesn't fade.

Where’s the relief when your mind doesn’t sleep?

Each time I resist, it just digs in more deep.

I talk to myself and the truth hits me hard,

'cause the mirror shows things I can’t bury or guard.

I wanna break out, but the war doesn’t cease,

this poison moves quiet, it’s stealing my peace.

No hero, no victim – just a man with a scheme,

trying to stand while he slips through the seams.

I write this in silence, my hands cold and numb,

for the fight that still shapes me and won’t ever be done.

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