The scars and scabs,
Surrounding around me,
Demons oppressing me,
No matter how much I plead.
I fight my inner battle,
With no one around,
With weapons I stabbed,
And they all rebound.
The panic of loss,
That is constantly there,
Leaves me drowning in pain,
I feel lost, no where.
Who else cares,
About the danger I'm in,
They all don't believe,
In God and sin.
The countless breathless defeats,
With tears streaming down my face,
The signs, the pure scars,
Have made my wrist it's place.
With hopelessness with in me I,
sometimes want to scream and shout,
Clash against the red light, kill,
The evilness and harm about.
I will tear my broken heart,
From my chest and I will renew,
A golden spirit I will be,
Healing with angels, just us two.
