a war rages inside the depths of her mind
she tries to stop it with shaky hands full
full of a rainbow of prescription pills
the doctors said it would make the war stop; but it goes on still
her heart rips itself; shreds like red paper
she wails
her new mascara runs down her body creating a piece of artwork
the fragile mind of hers wages a war on her entire body
you keep asking her why she is like this
because you cannot understand
someone's own mind destroying them without reason
society sees the girl
her dress now soiled with black mascara
eyes bloodshot; still teary eyed
the people on the streets just stare
excusing her for being upset
yet we do not realize the battle she is taking on
a one on one war against herself
one she will continue to take on
we cannot grasp her pain; because we do not feel it
her body becomes battered; black and blue
the scars that she has; you wonder where they hail from
they hail from the nights were she was weaker than others
the nights the demon with brown eyes I call depression beat her down
nights spent wailing alone until the demon got her on her hands and knees
until she was hurting on the outside like he made her hurt on the inside
yet she still fights
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