An Army

The scars on my arm drive us farther apart...
But there's an army united by self-harm screaming "We made it"
We wear our scars with pride for those of us who have died
Those who tried, how they tried, to kill that demon inside...for them we won't quit.
We say it all with two words, that's all we need to be heard
To say we know how it hurts, that it'll all be okay, I know that for sure, "I understand"
The strongest of soldiers carry the heaviest boulders
But we’re shoulder to shoulder, and together we’ll hold Her, the World in our hands


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