I was once a slave to the blade Also to the pin of sins And yeah, I thought I had it made
Sugar spun mascara doll eyes Life was a series of battle cries Fate cut me deeper than I ever had the courage to carve.
It was a losing fight. The self-pity, the bloodletting, the IV plunge of butterflies, bats with razor blade wings in my veins was going to give me the feeling of life I so ached for. So I nearly slipped away from here.
Time ran out and was borrowed again And it was not until recently that I discovered that the courage was in fact, in stopping.
The courage was in deciding to love myself anyway.
The courage was in fighting the good fight, and uncovering the joy of each breath that I take....The joy of being alive.
The courage to accept nothing less than what brings me that.
And that is How I Came to Thrive.
a narrative of sorts, after having been clean for 7 months and self harm free over 1 year