There in the mind field standing again
waking there everyday,
never able to move,
never able to run.
There is no place that can be moved to.
Like a pawn in a game of chess,
they have to be told where to move.
This battlefield isn't of their own making.
It was made in the night of their mind,
it was made by their demons for them to die.
Then there is you,
standing by their side,
holding them tall,
never letting them down,
never letting them fall.
They know you're there,
but they feel alone.
They feel like their not worth the fight you're fighting.
Then you're there in their ear trying to drown out their demons,
trying to drown out all the screams of
NO.
Of: you're not worth it,
you're not good enough,
fat, ugly,
nobody cares,
useless! The list goes on,
But through it all,
through the screams...
You're still there, standing by their side.
This is their battlefield,
the field they fight on everyday,
Whit you by their side telling them it's ok.
Telling them how beautiful/handsome they are,
to look and see what you see.
But all they see are the scares that cover them.
All they see is the abuse
and the torcher they've been through.
No one knows the battle waged against oneself.
Hopefully, they'll never know the pain,
they'll never know the fight,
they'll never know the fear.
