vida o muerte

I’m not in a good place, 

I haven’t been in a while, 

I surround myself with people

 because for a small moment I’m okay.

However, as soon as they are gone,

 the voices come back to play. 

 I know you want me home, 

I know you want me safe,

 I know you want me here the next day,

 but these voices are making it harder to keep the promises made

They are making it harder to stay.