Every day I'm fighting a battle within,
I'll try to explain but I don't know where to begin.
Mentally struggling with my mind and thoughts,
My heart races and my stomach stays in knots.
Everyone thinks I should just try more,
But I try every day just to pick myself up off the floor.
They don't understand me, it's hard to explain,
My every day struggle of just trying to feel sane.
Motivation has vanished from my spirit,
My cry for help, no one seems to hear it.
Emotional scars blind to the naked eye,
The only one who can see it is me, myself and I.
How can you explain what you can't see?
When it's all too real, deep inside of me.
I feel trapped inside a hell storm,
Unable to get back to the societies norm.
Explaining the battle within myself is almost ineffectual,
I might as well leave it to your intellectual.
Hoping that you understand to the fullest,
The pain that hits my spirit like raining bullets.