I feel the lines on my skin
Raised and starkly white
And I feel the memory of the pain
From those many lost fights

I hear the voices inside my head
That murmur those bleak thoughts
And choose against what they tell me
Instead of adding to the awful spots

Sometimes I am stronger and I believe I will stay true.
Sometimes I don't win the fight but I believe I'll be better for you.

Hopefully one day it'll be something I'll never think about again,
But until that day I'll battle the thoughts and voices in my head.