Battle scars, I wear them on my wrist
I swear I'm not worth the risk
My life is not worth my time
That's why I always say "I'm fine"
Cause I don't want my friends to feel down
I always put on a huge frown
See, I don't care about me
But I love my friends tremendously
Depression is such a funny thing
Trust me, it truly does sting
I did not ask for this at all
It feels like you're falling down a wall
Without a latter to keep you stable
That's why you're always amiable
Cause you don't have it effortless
You mainly stay highly stressed
There is so much wrong with me
I wish I could finally be free
As free as a butterfly, fluttering its wings
That's why I write these useless things
To write my feelings down on paper
Like I'm jumping off a skyscraper
There are many ways to self-harm
Some prefer it on their arm
Razor vs. skin could cut too deep
But maybe it would be like a long sleep
And then maybe I will truly feel happiness
And be able to escape this loneliness
Because here, on Earth, people cause pain
But mainly, it's our faults we are all insane
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Battle Scars
PoetrySorry if this triggers anyone. I'm dealing with depression and self harm and I wrote this.