This bloodied blade I leave behind,
Perhaps for someone else to find,
The truth about me that seeks to be found.

I write until my old wounds bleed,
Then write in blood to fill my need.

No matter how bad my life had become.
No matter how many people ignored me.
No matter how many people believed my lies.
All it took was one person, who saw the problems, who wanted to help.
And to you I say with all my heart, Thank You!

You are nothing but a bad dream to me,
You are my worst nightmare,
But when I awaken you are never gone.

She was the one I loved,
She was the one I lost.
I was the one who cried,
I was the one who died.

I need to get away, to get out from underneath this lie that my life has become.