For my buddy

I wrote this in the comments section of a buddies blog as a response to his post. He writes like a demon - I mean - damn good, and he's been through some tough times, and now he's sharing his experiences with us, his followers (we not readers here). Some of you will know who nhe is, and others will see my comment anyway, but as it's a poem (yea, been a long time) I'm posting it.

Fighting the demons

This boy's doing it for himself.
Years of self abuse
Stuck in the dark mindless space
Known to some as - Utopia.

Feeding of his own existence
Losing all self control
Needing to be seen to suffer
Is that the driving thing?

Kicking the habits not easy
Support from all is good
This Scot's got the goodies
To kick it - to clean his act.

Not for the general population
Not for the woman of his dreams
Not even for his mother
This is just for him.

Salagatle