The War Inside
The war inside is forever raging
thoughts spinning around
way too fast for caging.
Should I cut or should I cry?
Should I live or should I die?
Suicide early on or
old age with years long gone?
Some days I'd rather cut than cry.
Why should I live when I can die?
Other days I'm not so bold
Why can't this war just loosen it's hold?
I'm tired of cutting and I wish I could cry
I want to live instead of die
Why oh why can't I stop it from aging?
This war inside that's forever raging.
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