The battle

With a knife in my hand and a shield on my arm,
I'm constantly fighting against self harm.
I know before long it'll have it's own way,
My darkening mountain is backing away.

The distance is great but I'd gladly run it,
My dream is to stand on its very summit,
And gaze across at the work i had done,
But before that, I'll have to run.

Run, run away from that dreadful shadow,
Pain so immense that it makes my heart shallow.
Run, run away from that looming pit,
knowing, just knowing I'll fall into it.