Such a beautiful day
To go out and play.
The sun shining down and flowers in bloom,
but still in my heart there is only gloom.
I fight the battle in my mind.

Tests I should be taking
With all the projects I'm not making
Continue to build up my fears.
I sit alone in tears.
I need help with the battle in my mind.

I have poems to write and songs to sing,
But what solutions do those bring?
For I must function in a world that doesn't love art
Even if art can heal my heart.
No escape from the battle in my mind.

Drugs and blades are not an answer.
Their call is more than a cancer.
Their promise of escape a blatant lie.
They whisper to their victims to not even try.
Never give in to the battle in my mind.