Stages

I'm gonna' draw a picture, a picture with a twist,
I'll draw it with a razor, and the canvas is my wrist,
And if I draw the picture right, a mighty fountain will appear,
Drowning in this fountain, all my problems disappear,

I know that what I'm doing isn't clever, it isn't right,
But for sure I'm gonna' lose this fight,
Leave me alone I want to be dead,
Stop these thoughts running through my head,

Part of me thinks there has to be other ways,
To get me through these painful days,
Something to give me some kind of hope,
So I don't end up dangling from some rope,

I want some good things to come from my life,
And now it's legal, us gay's can take a wife!
But joking aside, I know it can be done,
Some things can change, then I wont feel so glum,

I'm working real hard, I think I'm on the right track,
Now things don't seem so horrible and black,
Waking up now is not a chore,
I'm Having fun, I've realised what living is for,

I have only got one, so I will use it well,
Now I know that life wont be a living hell,
I'll wake up each day and say to myself,
"I'm glad I am here, I'd be no where else".

*The first verse of this poem is not entirely mine, but i have adapted it, the rest is from my heart*

© Zoey Bell 2006