Would you look in disgust at a veteran’s battle scars?
Would you do the same to those who got theirs in fast cars?
Because you see my crash was in my mind, my enemy was myself.
My fight was with my own mental health.

My body lined with marks,
My heart remembering all your cruel remarks.
Self-inflicted,
And almost addicted.

I’m fighting a battle I can’t escape;
Lost in a problem that can’t be fixed with even the strongest of tape.
I lost the first battle the moment the blade hit my skin
But I’ll keep fighting this war until the day I win.

I work hard to fight my battle on my own
Yet all society can do is moan and moan
Just because my enemy isn’t another country
Doesn’t mean my causes aren’t worthy.

I go to battle everyday
In the hope that my inner enemy may fly away.
I will always want to stop what I do to myself.
I want to win the fight with my own mental health.