I grip the blade,

I can't cut,

I handle the rope,

Unable to tie the knot.

 

I had a bottle of pills;

Poured them down the drain,

I lost the suns warmth,;

Waited in the rain.

 

A thought of your essence,

I swiftly hold back,

Every weappn of mine,

As the force slowly lacks.

 

Letting my sadness roam,

But not a thought roamed,

'Cause you're fighting,

With me, the voices back.

 

Your warmth a reward,

For not a scar to show in sight,

"We can beat them," you sing,

"Together, we will fight."

 

Alas, we fought them completely.