took the teeth from the bulldog

These are your stories
all of them
they are written with vagueness
and hyperbole
but they all point to you
and your singular struggle
You have found yourself
ground down and burned out,
a mess of naked nerves
You thought you found the bottom
but always seem to go deeper still
Aren't we all just a function
of the chemicals
running through our brains?
What happens when the chemicals end
and the refusal begins?
Well, this time you're on your own
this time might be your last chance
fight with all your fortitude
and the last remnants of your wit
You took the teeth from the bulldog
but who took your bark
and your bite?
This is it now
you're in the fight of your life.