Not by your hand but yes by your hand
Cripples you to bed when it’s hard to stand
It’s like a poison that slows you down
A type of self harm that makes no sound.
The injury is on the inside, it feels like a cloud
Every waking moment feels lost, how can I be found
But on the outside you’re fine, so what’s the problem?
The answer is out of reach, an answer you cannot give them.
Not for a lack of trying, you’re moving at your pace
The signs invisible at first, left in your place
Except something slowed you down by something-something percent
Infecting your mind into a maddening descent.
The solution is here, right under your feet
A foundation of self-love to cure you complete
The battle can be won, the poison can be no more
Surely that day will come, until then I am sore.