I have picked one too many fights

I chose what was easy- over what was right

The scars on my wrist show the battles that I have fought

The battles which I've lost

I used to think that I was a soldier; so brave and strong

I am not

I am rusted from my own tears

I cannot move

I cannot breathe

I used to think that I was brave; but now fear is in my way

Blood is slowly dripping down, into the lakes of tears I've created

Down to the memories I once hated

No one sees that my eyes show the memories of my past

No; it's far too late for that

I am gone

I am lost