Not by rope from a branch nor by knife upon flesh have my pains been given to yield.
But by words on a page do I yet seek to make my wounds to become healed.
Thoughts like demons cast out to be left behind to help me better see the road still ahead.
Perhaps to see smiles and love once more, but if not, a world where I crave less to be dead.
I don't think I have it entirely right but the doctors do recommend daily exorcising.... :)