I'm a physical wreck

I just want to have a single day without stress

Just a minute an hour, a little peace of mind

I need time to process, adjust

I have to stop and catch my breath

I'm completely drained, there's nothing left

My energy has run its course there is no fuel left in me

I'm so torn apart, all out of breath and I'm a physical wreck

I'm still here

I've tried everything!

I've walked down dark alleys

Danced in the gutter

In pursuit of self-destruction.

I was constantly looking for something

Home sweet suicide!! The demon alcohol

Whatever I could find to ease the pain

Always looking for a fight to be beaten

It was always easier to deal with physical pain

Bruises disappear and wounds heal

But psychological and mental abuse, violence and rape

Leaves a permanent scar that never heals

So don't call me a survivor this is not surviving

I died a long time ago and my life was stolen from me

I don't know how I made it this far but I'm still here