My body

Is a battle ground

Litter with self inflicted 

Battle Scars. 

My body 

Knows just what it feels like

To buckle under the weight of depression. 

But my body

Knows just what it feels like

To surive. 

My body 

Is not a battle ground. 

It is a lesson to others buckling under the weight. 

It will be okay. 

You 

Can 

Survive.