Battle Scars
Im covered in scars from head to toe
Scars of mentally and emotionally battles
Of my everyday life
Yet why don't I talk about these battle scars?
Every time I was needed for help I was there,
Even if I was the last option on their supporters
Or the fact that no one wasn't willing to help
The kindness I gave spread like a wimple in the pond
And how I was there more than others had becoming me an older brother to them all
How many you ask? Over 200 individuals and still growing in numbers.
Yet, when I'm needed and destroyed mentally and emotionally,
Only a handful of them been there for me and
Gained enough knowledge
About how I’m trying to make it through
Day by night and fighting in this
Never-ending battle
Days of thoughts of suicide scarred my heart
Nights of dried tears of depression scarred my soul
Why am I still here suffering in pain
But smiling at the people whom I helped?
Its caused that I don't want to let them down
And try to survive the next day
Because everyday and every night
All that is left on me
Is mental and emotional battle scars
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