She stood on the bridge

In silence and fear

For the demons of darkness

Had driven her here

They cut her heart

Right out of her chest

Making her believe

That the demons knew best

They were always there

Sometimes just out of sight

Waiting in the background

Till the time was right

These demons were destructive

Knocking down the life she knew

Hating everything about her

She hated herself too

These demons can't be seen

But they're far from fairy tales

They live inside your mind

Their evilness prevails

So on the bridge she stood

About to end the fight

Then she stopped and thought

I'll fight them one more night   

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, 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.

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 myself-rival.