My Battle Field

Battle field

A battle field
So old and worn
The grounds been burned
The grounds been torn
And knives go flying
Through the night
But there are no soldiers
There to fight
For this battle fought alone
Against myself
And the lies I'm told
The battle field
My torn up skin
This battle one
I will not win
For this knife
Cuts to deep
And the blood
Starts to seep
Bleeding slowly
From empty veins
A final end
To all my pain
AlleyFreakingKat AlleyFreakingKat
18-21, F
1 Response Sep 25, 2012

Great Poem. Very relatable....

I wish less people would find it relatable