The way I feel, the way I am
I promise to you is not a sham
I only wish someone would believe
For I wish not to deceive

I hope only for someone to understand
For them only to hold out their hand
To know what it’s like to walk in my shoes
To have them see the inner bruise

My body neither beaten nor torn
Though still scarred and forlorn
The hands of evil those of my own
For in my mind I am alone

Hands trembling and heart racing
Prepared for that which I will be facing
The moment of pressure being that sign of relief
Cleanliness stolen by a thief

Simple red lines representing my battles
Ones that will make my brain forever rattle
The times I’ve won and the times I lost
I will always remember despite the cost

Though my battles are now over the struggles still persist
The pain and hardships shall not be dismissed
Pain no longer released through a blade
Only because you came to my aid