From the time I could walk,
Daddy was never there for the little talks.
Twelve years young,
And I'm drowning in tears,
Never imagining those would be the worst years.
I can remember feeling so hopeless,
Falling down such a slippery *****.
Depression was my label,
With my anxiety growing unstable.
Fourteen years young,
And I'm beginning to see blood.
Coming out of my arms like a flood.
I've grown to love the color of red,
Did you know that seeing too much would mean I was dead?
Sixteen years young,
And I'm killing my lungs.
Everything is starting to get better,
I've become a goal setter.
I'm grateful for everything I went through,
Because now, life means so much more.
I may not be completely healed,
But I'm better off where I am now then I was before.

Tryna switch the K.O to the O.K
for all those ringside but despite how hard I try I can't make everything better,
cause to say it' s all alright is a common lie.
I'm not O.K, I'm K.O
all you've gotta do is look me in the eye. But you won't.
It's hard to see ghosts haunting paths before their time
and besides Immortal Combat doesn't warrant eye contact when you've got nothing to lose in life, but there's no winners either and I'm tired,
so forgive me as I look up and cry out that immortal line.
"FINISH HIM!"
Cause right now I'd rather...

A battle,
in a great and terrible war,
fought by man
against the beast
raging inside:
fate decides the day.

Swords were drawn
in the shape
and size
of a needle.

Poisons were flung
in the form
of chemotherapy
and radiation.

Our hero fought valiantly
in the battle
against the beast
cancer.

5 weeks at war,
alas,
the best was victorious.
Cancer was stronger
but our hero
is not forgotten.

I didn't decide to be insecure and weak,
it's just the cards I've been dealt.
I used to know how to stand and speak,
but whenever I did, I'd receive a welt.
Now I'm scared to stand at all;
I'm so afraid to even talk to you,
so buried beneath my comfort wall,
I only have room to let the hate through.
Permanent bruises cover all my skin
from times I fought to have my say.
I quickly learned to live within
and keep to myself, in every way.
People have beat me, ***** me, fought me,
scarred me, changed me, lied to me,
insulted me, trapped me, manipulated me;
so it makes sense this is how I came to be.
So tired of being told I'll be accepted,
loved, desired, cherished, or adored,
when over time, all I am is rejected,
misunderstood, disregarded, and ignored.
I keep telling myself I'm better than this,
but I can't stop history from repeating.
I can tell how ignorance would be bliss,
but it's not easy to ignore the deceiving.
There's nothing to stop me from walking away,
except my lack of ambition to be alone.
I'd rather sit quietly and never convey
these feelings that turn me to stone.
There's no prince in shining armor
that will rescue me from my strife;
there's no man who's a genuine charmer
that's going to try and change my life.
Given the genes of a manic depressive,
and put through the wringer time and time,
it's no wonder my thoughts have grown aggressive;
I wasn't born with the strength to be fine.

Out of the oblivion they crawled
Death’s voice beckoned and called
Out of the oblivion they stumbled
A mass of bewildered  people fumbled

Their eyes ablaze with fire
No one gave up or tired
The shepherd, a sign of hope
The shepherd, a reason to cope

Though Death had beckoned once more
The troops fought on with a battle-cry roar
Their swords held high
The shepherd led the goodbye

Death beckoned for the last time and took a mighty tole
The living left to grieve the poor souls
But the shepherd carried on
And led the troops as one

The battle finally ending
People needing care and mending
The shepherd told the troops to fight on
To never loose sight of the light and rage on!

After the broken lay in ruin
I would have rather not
For what was once a thriving city
was now an empty lot

the carnage lay about for days
until it withered past
but sorrow so it would have seemed
would never cease to last

with solemn tears upon the ground
I mourned my fallen friends
crying out the names of those
who met such sudden ends

I carry on from that day
with scars across my heart
for I, I took on her
and she tore me apart

Fight the battle,
In the name of the Lord,
Shadow's rattle,
In the light of the sword,

Deep in the underworld,
High in the seven heavens,
For it is destiny,
The reign of the shadows,
Will come to an end.