Another day alone
Another night,
Another knife,
I guess I'm on my own.My "friends" don't really care-
No one does.
What's to stop me from doing this?They lights are on
My eyes are closedHere goes nothing
And no one understands
The dark I'm dealing with
And all the people in my life
Are way too blind to see the vice."Just try being happy."
"It can't be that bad."
"Oh, come on! Some people in this world are so much less fortunate that you. Stop being selfish."I am detrimental to myself.
All these scars
All these scars
From the war against ourselves
The war against ourselves
All these scars
All these scars
From the war against ourselvesThe razor digs into my skin and the familiar red liquid seeps out.
I'm living in a hell
It's what is realSome people believe I will go to hell for doing this.
But how could that be any worse than the hell I already live every single day?I know that you're confused
"But you're taking meds, seeing a therapist,
"Why are you still depressed?"I've been there once
I've been there twiceI was laughing and happy earlier, that must mean I'm fine.
Is it all just in my head?The third time I didn't choose.
I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.
I guess I'm born to loose.
I can't do anything right, I'm such a failure.
The ones that break you down
They look so coolWhen the "popular" kids bully the loners
For being lonersIt's why I always break the fucking rules.
Fuck it.
Who cares?My synchronized wounds.
Three new scars in perfect alignment.
All these scars
All these scarsThat makes six.
Visible, anyway.
For now.From the war against ourselves
The war against ourselvesI'm fighting a battle against myself.
All these scars
All these scars
From the war against ourselvesAnd I'm losing.
I'm living in a hell
I want to die
It's what is real
God, I want to die
They break me down
"Worthless"
"Ugly"
"Pathetic"
"Loser"
"Fag"
"Whore"
"Kill yourself"I can't block the sound
So I turn to the one thing
I knew will not let me downThat razor is my only friend.
It's the only thing that's always there for me.People don't think to ask what's wrong.
Everyone around me talks and laughs with each other. Ignoring me.
I stop and go to the beat of the broken floor in blood
They just can't see me falling apart
All these scars
All these scars
From the war against myself
I'm a walking hell.Just stay away from me.
I won't starve myself of the dark.
Listen to me scream and shout
But do not say a wordGoodbye.
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The War Against Myself
PoetryBased off the song The War Against Ourselves by Sew Intricate. TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of self-harm and suicide, and offensive language.