The Battle Within

Red lines cross my vision

The sadness over takes

The number of wounded and dead rises

In this battle with myself

The pain is constant and always there

Covered by the mask I must always wear

To hide my scars I smile

To die inside I laugh

Pure bliss comes from the numb

And the knife

What else is there to be done?

As the lone survivor rises

It is me

Broken, damaged me

And I can do

Is breakdown

And Cry