Depression is like a war zone inside of my body,
each of my veins plays tug-a-war
with itself in a
dual of pain
With the swords of struggle hitting my brain
pushing my throat taking my breath away on the battlefield of misery

The shields of loneliness clashing at my heart
the words of combat defeat my lungs with each breath i struggle to take

I am 16 So I am forced to fight in fear
with each punch I destroy the bullets flying at me
I take each blow that knocks me down to build myself

The friendship of struggle and kindness
attacks my mind
encounters a run-in with my spine
and hits battle of bickering men screaming in my ear drums.

From struggle to holding on the cliff of a free for all
to standing up tall
to taking a bow down in fear

la guerre de la douleur est terminé
the sweet taste of freedom on my lips
the sound of my heart beating in my ears
this is freedom at last