Battle scars all over my body,
Trying not to fear my enemy,
To try and hide my pain,
But I am feeling empty again,
To know that today may never be the same,
To cry in pain of all the bad memories,
May never be happy again,
To always be in depression,
Feeling like knives are stabbing,
My heart because of my battle scars,
I may never be that person again,
Just a broken empty vessel.
Walking in the world with no meaning,
Just with my battle scars,
Being afraid of being open,
And never being fixed,
Like a Chinese cheap doll.
To know that no one cares,
To even notice my battle scars,
I finally realize that,
I am only a broken vessel,
With battle scars.
To be sad never happy again,
Crying because of pain,
To be laughed at.
To be that girl that broken girl
With my battle.
©lexiyaeger
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