Fighting

I've come to find macabre comfort in pain.

Trauma finds me time and time again.

Whether it was the time I was struck down

In the middle of the road,

Or the man who made me stand

While inside me he blew his load.

I've come to see that life is hard to live.

Trauma beats and breaks me, and it's hard to forgive.

Whether it throws flashbacks at me

Or attacks me with panic,

I keep fighting hard

Though find myself frantic.

I'll keep trying to beat it, please trust me on that.

Because even though I have trauma, for life I'll go to bat.