Chasing the Razor Blade
A fatal battle of will
I am the hare
But he is the tortoise
And as soon as I rest
He comes sneaking
Up on me when
My defence is weakest
At first he was ahead
He got me in so deep
I couldn't begin to imagine
That glorious finishing line
But I ran on and on
With friends and hope
My wings
Catching up I threw him down
And passed his ugly face
The other side is marvellous
But he's still too close
To home
Battle face to face
Sneers in my directions
Self abuse and nightmares
Too much to bear
You can't accept it's who I am
And neither can I,
Anymore.
Every battle lost,
Is scarred upon my body
Like notches scored
Inside the prison cell
By men to count the time
They rot in hell.
I've learnt to control my weakness
Self-disgust, abuse and regret
All turned into hatred
Of a world I no-longer belong in...
I fought my way through
Took time to stitch my own wings
They said recovery'd be slow
I guess I never believed them
