Casualties of War
I tried to heal people but ended up leaving casualties
I'm only able to give people half of me
I'm just dealing with my apathy
I'm going to war with depression and it will end up in a casualty
I thought about running, but I decided to collide with my demons and battle to the death
I've bled before and I'll bleed again, until I have no blood left
I don't fear pain, being hurt is my comfort zone
I walk through the fire, So why would I fear the unknown?
Depression has been attacking me since I was 14 and taunting me
It can pick up a weapon,draw blood and it looks like I've done it to myself
Depression has no face, it stays in your mind, So I'm battling it with no help
Anxiety forces me think over memories that are haunting me
I tried to erase the memories, but anxiety forces them to play over
I messed up with Chantal, I wish we were still closer
Images of my parents neglecting me, and me being taken away into foster care
I'm battling anxiety, but it torments me, by keeping the memories there
See me in public and I walk around with my hood up and go about my business quietly
Until my bipolar acts up, and I lash out, when I'm made to feel uncomfortable
People make jokes and don't understand I'm vulnerable
They don't understand I'm battling Bipolar, Depression and Anxiety
I tried to heal people but ended up leaving casualties
I'm only able to give people half of me
I'm just dealing with my apathy
I'm going to war with depression and it will end up in a casualty
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