War Of The Mind

Staring at these holes in the wall,
remnants of the last battle.
This hole in my heart,
grows as the blood runs down my knuckles.

Shatter the mirrors,
no reflections to be seen.
I can's stand my reflection.
I don't even recognize who is staring back at me.

I'm fighting this depression,
this anxiety and OCD.
I strive to be perfect,
but who am I kidding, I'll never be.

I build myself up,
only to tear myself apart.
This is a war,
and my mind is the battlegrounds.

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