Those thoughts are creeping up again,
Same thing like last time and the time before then.

It’s been a while though so I feel unfamiliar,
But oddly familiar, I’m not quite sure.
I’m on the bathroom floor, a tear streams down my cheek,
Lock the door so no one can see me fragile and weak.
I put the radio on louder and the tears start to flow,
It’s what happens behind that door that I don’t show.
Once again, I have let the world get to me,
Stupid little girl and her fragility.
One side of me says, get up and fight it,
The other mentions that this will all end with one slit.
Many times this internal battle has been fought,
Too many times this heart has been shot.
I’m over it all and I can’t deal with it any more,
I’ve lost too many times; the battles have become a war.
I stop, just as I’m about to give in,
It’s small and I can barely hear but there is a voice from within.
You have a temporary problem in front of you,
A permanent decision isn’t what you should do.
I turn down the radio and unlock the door,
And suddenly my heart doesn’t feel so sore.
I have had a few losses along the way,
But I’m not making the ultimate loss today.