Things are getting out of hand. Peace is no where to be found. I'm tired of contemplating, And trying to understand, what can't be comprehended. My sanity fell into a haystack full of needles.
In order to reclaim it, I will have to bleed. There are no easy answers. Yet answers are what I need. How can I make amends, when I still don't understand who I'm supposed to be?
My story is a difficult one to tell. Especially when it comes to telling it well, from start to finish. I need to remove myself from this diseased prison cell. Then maybe I will find the redemption I long for, a miracle to lift this evil spell.
I will be reborn from the ashes of my old self, And rise above this cursed hell.