Fighter

Sometimes i often wonder
does anyone even see
just what goes on
inside this troubled being
do they see me cut myself
or cry those tears of crimson red
do they hear me silently cry
when I'm upstairs in my bed?
sometimes i often wonder
do they even know that I'm alive
through all this pain and torture, i
shouldn't have survived
do they see me cut myself
or do they see through all the pain
do they hear me cry myself to sleep
again and again?
sometimes i often wonder, why my
life is so dark and bland
i try to close my heart to the pain
though i know i never can
the road is dark and gloomy,
but maybe it will get brighter
i have to keep on going, i
wont give up because I'm a fighter
sometimes i often wonder why i didn't think of this before
there always lies a brand new path behind every closed door
I'm on the road to somewhere
and I'm better than before
my cuts have healed, my face is plump, I'm eating more and more.
my self esteem has risen
so has my broken pride
although i once had a twisted life, i know i will survive