Born And Raised To Fight

I was born and raised to fight

Pushing through black smoke to breathe

I feel things that would give hell ideas

My mind is something I want to leave

The colors left my eyes when I got older  

My body became worn and tattered

Bitterness is a thing I grew into     

Got my heart bruised and shattered

Trying to rip these strings off my body

My emotions seem to control

Can't keep living like this forever  

The thoughts like to push and pull

Every day is a challenge

Every second is a fight

It's dark and cold inside of me

Wish I could easily turn on a light

Kissing my wounds 

Hoping it heals and fades 

Doing my best to live

Holding myself up above the waves

You can't see my struggle   

You can't hear the screams

I was born and raised to fight

Slowly ripping apart at the seams