When everything is spiraling around me
I have this to keep me company
These three little lines,
That I carve in my skin
I use a sharp pen,
It draws with red ink
Life returns to its balance
And I’m back in control
At least that’s what I think

It’s my ritual
Every three days
I draw three lines
They keep me sane
And away from my pain
Some days they’re all I have
Some days they’re what I need
When I can’t grasp reality
My red pen brings it back to me

If I can control my body
Then maybe someday
My mind will follow
But for now
This is all I have
When life swallows me up
And spits me back out
This is my way of dealing
With the hand that I’ve been dealt