From my two hands life as I knew it was stripped,
There was nothing I could do nor a single word I could say,
With razor blades my whole body and mind was ripped,
It felt like I could handle no more on that day,
Patiently I'm waiting for my deep wounds to heal,
Using time to attempt creating some sort of new life plan,
Trying to expel all that's fake and keep all that's real,
Holding onto any positivity that I possibly can,
The scars that I now bare tell such a story,
Sometimes it's hard to not let old feelings creep and get
in the way,
I had to start learning how to search through the pain for the
glory,
Now I wake thanking God for the person I am today.