In life there's no unicorns,
And definitely no fountain of youth.
Life isn't a fairytale,
Sadly it's the truth.
The cards you're dealt,
Are the cards you play.
You don't get to fold.
You're forced to stay.
But there's always a loophole,
An easy way out.
It isn't always simple,
And you must promise not to shout.
For this is a quiet endeavor,
A secret in it's own.
And when you feel the blade against your skin,
You start to feel at home.