The world is dark, so unkind
One can’t filter out the lies
Can’t put the past from my mind.
This place I hate, serves me death
Flooded when I cogitate
Carry on and strive for breath
Opportunity’s shut gate.
We strike a light, start to fly
Build me up before I quit
I don’t really want to die
I cease to cry, my wrists un-slit.
Patch the wounds and heal my heart
Stop to think and be set free
Know you are a work of art
Did your part, completed me.