• The battle is never ending.
    You pull yourself out of the trenches.
    Just to be shot back down into them.
    The bullets scream in your head,
    “You’re worthless, give up, you’re just wasting everyone’s time,
    Again.”
    You try to prove them wrong.
    You try to pull yourself up.
    You’re not strong enough.
    You’re weak.
    You cry out for help.
    No one hears you over the roar of the guns.
    And their own problems.
    Then one comes along
    Says he’ll fix you
    You tell him not to bother
    That you’re not worth it
    He looks into your eyes and whispers quietly,
    “You’re wrong.”
    The wounds are healed for a while
    You begin to believe there is better for you out there
    Until someone tears you back down again.
    You’re back in the trenches,
    Trying to pull yourself up,
    But this time not even his kind words,
    Can protect you from the bullets of your own gun.