A battle that died down
Has once again arose
The choice of weapon picked
This void never really closed

This isn't a regular battle
Its one that lives inside
Where all I've come to known
Is hurt and tears and lies

The weapon is in hand
As it touches battle ground
Everything is perfect
Not even a whimpering sound

Staring into the mirror
At someone who is so lost
Silently screaming for
The little girl to come back
It is the first attack

Its not a battle against
Somebody else
Or a battle
Anyone can help

The remains of a war
Cleared away by rain
Rain straight from the eye
Once again, left with just pain

After the battle
The weapon is put away
Waiting for another
Morbid day

Happiness is not around
And hope seems so far
All I'm left with today
Are my own battle scars