Beneath my ribs, a war takes place,
A shadowed field, a relentless chase.
The foe I face is sharp, unseen,
A whisper turned to a deafening scream.

It tells me lies, so cruel, unkind,
An enemy forged within my mind.
"You’re not enough," its anthem rings,
Clipping the flight of my fragile wings.

Some days I falter, my footing unsure,
Doubts like waves that crash and lure.
The darkness swells, it beckons me near,
But love’s faint light still lingers here.

A gentle word, a hand to hold,
A heart that offers warmth untold.
They see the spark I think has died,
They lift me up when I've only cried.

Their voices cut through the storm inside,
A chorus of hope where despair would reside.
“You’re more than this pain; you’re brave, you’re strong,
We’ll face this battle, however long.”

And so I fight, though weary, worn,
From this internal tempest I am torn.
Not every day is victory won,
But with their love, I face the sun.

The war is endless, the struggle real,
But love’s embrace can gently heal.
And though my mind may sometimes betray,
I’m not alone—I’ll find my way.