Battle wounds

They always get to me,
inject the infection in my mind,
the rage,
hate,
fear,
the depression,
what more can you give me?
Living with the demons that have hurt you,
with no where else to go.
Only place to escape,
in your mind.
Trying to get your point across,
they just don't listen.
Screaming how you feel,
they just do not listen.
They tell you,
you are worthless,
you can't do anything right.
Knowing you are better,
you begin building up your armor,
keep it strong,
keep it close.
Keeping your wounds close,
healing one by one till it is all done.
But they keep coming,
on this battle field that never ends,
trying to make it out of the fight,
but it will keep going.
I am the warrior,
one day I will rise,
for now I stay in this house,
this battle field of hate.
Till I have the strength,
The courage to leave.
So I will keep poking at my wounds,
till I have found the cure,
forgive but never forget.
My battle wounds.