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Battle Scars by Atton Brown

Poetry By: Atton Brown
Poetry



To anyone who's dealt with depression, any mental disorder, or has self harmed; trust me you are not alone. It's time to fight back


Submitted:Sep 6, 2012    Reads: 38    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


What happens when the pen runs out of ink?

You try to form one pure thought, but you can't fucking think

Your mind's become so dark, so bleak

People ask you, "what's wrong?" but you can't even speak

You can't even begin to articulate

The immense amounts of anger and hate

That build in your heart and rob you of your sanity

The hatred that we all have, veiled, for humanity

Our own existence is a perpetual cancer

We waste our lives in constant search for an answer

But what if our fate, is to have none at all?

What if we are simply meant to fall?

We complain when we're forced to fight

But what if the truth has always been in our sight?

Masked as an overwhelming plight

What if the white light that blinds us

Is just a calling, a sight to bind us?

Whatever doesn't kill you will make you stronger

But when you think it's over, the pain just lasts longer

Our reasons are different but our scars the same

And I wear my battle scars proudly without shame

All these, what if's, ands, or buts

Let's be honest, what's

Really stopping you from growing

and showing

Them that you are in no way weak

You are no longer meek

It's your turn to speak

Assault them all with your verbal attacks

They left you defenseless, but now you're fighting back

And now everyone who said "you couldn't"

Wouldn't

Dare continue their belligerent behavior

We should stand for ourselves, instead of searching for a savior

So now, they can see the fire in your heart

How they ripped you apart

With their stones and sticks

And we decorated our wrists with b l o o d so thick

-Tick tock tock tick-

Your life is passing you by in a cold harsh breeze

Nothing worth doing will ever been done with ease

There will be one struggle, battle, or fight

That will surely ignite

That cardiac fire of which I've spoken

Strength comes when we need it most. So in that instant you think you're broken

In that moment you think you've given all you can, give more

Fight harder than you ever have before

Release a rebel yell and a battle cry

Fight for a life worth living, instead of trying so hard to die

Whatever doesn't kill you will make you stronger

But when you think it's over, the pain just lasts longer

Our reasons are different but our scars the same

And I wear my battle scars proudly without shame

This is a fight we must win

I refuse to give in

I refuse to relapse into a perpetual sorrow

I will fight today, and enjoy my tomorrow





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