TW: trauma, self-harm references
I was rotting by myself.
My clothes smokey, because I walked through hell.
Every day is a new day. Yes, I’m sure.
But at the end of each day I’m still looking for a cure.
I don’t know how to pretend.
I don’t know if I can make it to the end.
I’m falling apart
Right from the start.
I didn’t know how to fight.
So I fought with my fists.
I couldn’t cut the ties that bind.
So I tear the flesh from my wrists.
I dig deep into the skin.
The only comfort from the pain I’m in.
I took it all. The brunt of it all.
Was made to believe someone would catch me when I’d fall.
LIES! I couldn’t see because I was
BLIND! Blinded all because
the devil in disguise
stole the joy and life from my eyes.
I fought so many times.
Verbal torment I can’t hide from.
I let it happen. What’s the use?
I escaped the deathly grip.
Found healing on the deadly trip.
Sad trips lead me to somewhere new.
Healing waters lead me to someone new.
Truth lives, Ebenezer!
Truth made me a believer.
Now I’ve escaped with my eyes wide open.
What’s unspoken remains broken.
I fought until I could no longer.
I gave into the healing work.
Brand new sights on the horizon.
Brand new life begins to emerge.
The day I found the lifeline,
the day the light shined through.
The message was so clear:
A seed must die to become something new.