Don't You?

Demons fighting in my head, vying for control and wanting to herald the reigns, guiding me to bad decisions and self-destruction. You see them too, don't you? Trying to love myself and show I'm getting better, believing that it's a possibility, but every time I go behind people's backs and topple my empire before it's built, but I try again. you want to believe too, don't you? Talks and meetings happen, discussing my bad behavior, telling me, and encouraging me to stop and look for better solutions, to get away from the bad and find happiness. I want to help myself, and you want to help me too, don't you? The journey is painful and full of regrets, and apologies that become empty after too many times, rendering them useless. Actions speak the highest, and aiming for the rising sun is an action I seek to achieve the most. You want to help me with that action, don't you? I walk the path, but I get lost, and although I right myself, I still sometimes need assistance. You help me and lead me, a hospital patient attempting to walk again, after being bedridden. Walk with me, and see me thrive again, and show me the correct path again, won't you?