I am a survivor.
From what do you ask?
I am a survivor from myself, my inner battles
And I’ve got the battle wounds to prove it
They don’t mean I’m weak
They show my strength,
My strength to fight against all the chaos around me
People don’t understand what some people go through
That doesn’t give them any right to judge
I think my scars are beautiful,
They show that I once hurt, but I never lost that battle
I was one of the lucky few who only came out with wounds
Could you imagine being pushed to the point of no return by someone?
To feel like there is no other way but out?
No happiness even in the darkest crevices of your mind,
You sit there and you let it happen while you’re full aware.
I always have been a fighter and I always will be.
I fight not only for myself but other soldiers.
I fight for them to listen to my pleas,
When they have a razor on the tip of their skin,
Or a loaded gun in their mouth ready to pull the trigger.
I fight for them.
And I always will fight for them.
The worst kind of battle wounds are the ones that don’t heal,
All of mine did.
I am a survivor