Freedom Fighter

~ Freedom fighter ~

I’m a woman of war, my weapon in hand, but no one will win the fight,
The only enemy I am left to face, is myself each single night,
The blade becomes my freedom, but my mind knows this is wrong,
My body cant resist the peace, And in this world I don’t belong.

Freedom fighter is what I am, I beg for peace once more,
But my peace is only bad for me, as I’m bleeding on the floor,
My blood drips pretty colours, the tint of tortured soul,
Each time blood falls, I know once more, that tonight I’ll become whole.

I wish so hard that I didn’t fight, or that at least soon I will lose,
I just cant carry on with this war, I’m battered, worn and bruised,
I know this battle controls my life, and this is at my own hand,
But in my heart I know this life is nothing of what I had planned.

Each wound of mine has a memory, a time I fell apart,
Each cut is another bruise I hide, deep inside my heart,
My scars will remain my medals, for surviving another night,
It shows that one day, maybe soon, I’ll finally win this fight.