Trust me when I say I've been through war. My hands had been b | Pensive|

Trust me when I say I've been through war.
My hands had been bloodied,
My body had been scarred;
Still I keep thinking to myself,
I've reached nowhere
Even though I've come so far.
I've been afraid of darkness,
So I keep the door ajar.
For the little light I see, is enough for me to hold onto
Or it might just be the effects of placebo.
But somewhere inside of me
I've been fighting another war.
A war where it is me against myself,
Slowly trying to get better.
I build castles of cards everyday,
Only to watch them shatter.
Trust me when I say I've been through war.

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