"There were days I died"
Killing myself with hands that lost control
The ink washed through my bloodstream
Not a drop you dare take
The ink became a nightmare
As the paper became true to the ink
I wrote bout Love
Seemingly thriving for fairytales
The fairytales soon never had happy ever afters
As the rainbows became grey
The Love once felt changed to Hate
As with my own hands I tore my heart out
That was the beginning
I wrote about hope and of the fabled tunnel
How the tunnel always gives a ray of Light
Knowing at the end of it all; you'd be OK
I watched as my hands wrote parables
The darkness became clearer at the end of every tunnel
"Whispers of hopelessness" my hands gave it a good title
I wrote bout euphoria
My hands knew well to dance to the word Dysphoria
I watched as my face drew blank
Numbness my hands wrote
The beginning of the end for me.