My weary head,
burdened with fears,
struggles to smile
beneath the weight of tears.

Years of pain have carved their mark,
a shadowed journey, bitter and stark.
Yet I’ve turned away
from bottles once leaned upon,
seeking solace in battles hard-won.

Guilt tightens its relentless hold,
and the roses within me grow withered and cold.
It’s not my soul,
but the demons that creep,
stealing my strength,
disturbing my sleep.

Though this ache feels...