feeling broken

Here on my arm lies a mark that I made. When I was so low, I cut with a blade To punish my body for being a mess, Though here is my testament, I must confess... That seeing these scars left on my arms, face loving this pain have scars on my legs, and chest Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest; I feel guilty inside for leaving this token. Now I will see and remember that I was so broken. But seeing these scars helps me see That I survived so much trauma and now I am free. So I ask you now to stand with me and fight, To show all these demons what they're doing is not right. It's not right. It makes me anger and wanna fight. Been picking these peices thru my whole life it's hard to shine it's hard to shine know you trying get right. But always falling behind always falling behind being so blind now I'm giving up life every time n it makes me cry that I dont know how fight for my life You won the battle of good versus bad. You are still alive and are no longer sad. Here on my arm lies a mark of survival. I got through my hate and beat my self-rival. I am broken, But nobody picks up the pieces. I'm falling, But nobody catches me. I'm in the dark, But nobody brings me a light. I'm alone,