Battle.

When you hate yourself
For being you
It’s hard to smile.
And just be true.
When you break a mirror,
By peering in,
You starve yourself,
And wish for thin.
When you tear your wrists,
And welcome pain,
It’s harder yet,
To just stay sane.
With every breath
You don’t want the next
With every step
You grow closer to death.
With every word
You wish for silence
With every tear,
Follows violence.
Cower dear behind the dark
Wishing still
For a fresh start
Peering down
Towards your wrist
What battle did you fight for this?
You fought the battle
The biggest yet
You fought the one between life and death.