Trapped Poem by hidden poet

I'm stuck in a corner with no definite way out.
I spend my time wishing it would all just go away.
Old addictions are sneaking up to tempt me-
it's getting harder to just breathe.

I keep hoping that I'll make it out
but the alternatives are becoming real.
Where are my confidence and strength-I worked so hard to earn them
and now they've gone away.
Only present when it's easy? They might as well be fake.

I try to stay awake, I try to fight it, and I try to win
but I feel so tired-I just wanna sleep in.
I'm becoming who I used to be, only worse.
I can't go down that road again
but looking back, it seems I already have.

I'm too proud to take the humble way out
and now there is no easy route.
I'm stuck in a corner with no definite way out.
It should be so simple-but I'm fighting with myself.
I'm the only enemy I couldn't beat.
How sick is the irony?
I'm the only enemy I couldn't beat
and yet I'm the only person who could defeat me.