Stop Me If You CanMature

Let the battles begin
The war against myself is drawing near
Why can't things be more clear?
I wonder who will win...

I unsheathe my sword
The first strike is the strongest blow
How was I suppose to know?
For now, the scars will remain ignored.

I'm willing to bet that
No one will understand 
I'll draw the finish line
With the blade in my hand

Stop me if you can
Can't you see that I'm running out of time
This wasn't part of the plan
I never thought that I'd lose my mind
Stop me if you can

The troops are withdrawn
And yet blood still flows from my arms
How could this cause so much harm?
The battle rages on...

My legs are shaking
And I can barely stand
So I might as well write "the end"
With the blade in my hand 

Stop me if you can
It's unbearable, this burning pain
This wasn't part of the plan
I'm slowly starting to become insane
Stop me if you can 

The End

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