The long weary days of nothing, the pain I felt that felt like numbing.
Though my arms may never heal, I found out how not to feel.

The bricks on my back made me double track, my bones grew weary and I had no helping hand.

Now I sit in a room of colour, my heart exploding with all the wonders. Though my arms are covered in scars I defeated my worldly wars, I had found new emotion and slowly begun a new rotation.

Though my days were hard and unbearable, I found out that by sticking around I could find that music has a new sound.

I overcame my depression, it took time and took some work but now I'm here and look!
I have found a place to be you won't ever hear or read about me taking my life.
I shall be printed in words one day, not as a suicidal person but as someone who changed.

Now take my hand and follow me, I will help guide you to be free.