I am

I battled through the darkness
And made it to the light
Iím better now
I made it through
Iím still here
But I canít help notice  
That Iím not quite clear
The traumas still stuck to me
Building to a pyre
They all said they cared
And turned into liars
I kept myself here
But I still feel the scars
Of breaking bones with their sticks and stones
That I might ever know love again
And when I was done
Iíd barely stand the sight
Of what Iíd become
In this horrible rite
I made it through
But at what cost
Still always comparing
This weight that Iím bearing
So tiny and yet
Still im despairing
First Second Third Fourth
These are ranks Iím reaching for
Fifth Sixth Seventh Eighth
And yet Iím told I must still wait
For Iím never to be wanted
Forever to want
Doomed ever to care
For most uncaring
But I made it
What doesnít kill you makes you stronger
Guess I died back then
Canít deny it any longer
Just do it again
Closer and closer to a warmonger
The very thing I fear
I am broken
And I did it  
to my
Written by Thyn_Bandwagon (Drew Jenkins)
Published | Edited 19th Nov 2020
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Originally Created: October 14, 2020
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