The scars on my wrists are defining,
The smile on my face is lying,
My eyes are swollen from all this crying,
But I will keep fighting.

Day by day I am depressed,
Somehow surviving this world that is messed,
I take a second to relieve the stress,
But it all comes back to me and the rest.

The flames inside me are igniting,
The open wounds are declining,
Although I feel like resigning,
I will keep fighting.

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