My heart is only so big.
Yet, you stretch it out until I give in.
I have these dark thoughts across my head.
They tell me I deserve to be dead.

How do you view me; what am I to you?
When my mind is tempered and confused.
What do you feel when I’m not there?
The soft whimpers of my breath that lays you bare.

My arms are only a little scarred.
Yet, my demons bruise me until I fall apart.
I have these voices; my only friends, so they pretend.
They give me ways to make my life end.

With every resist I tend to give.
They always seem to win?
Do you know why I can’t let them win?
Well, with every won fight, a new life begins.

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