Death wanted me gone,
But Hope kept me alive,
Sunk into the darkness,
But I managed to survive,
They scowled like a bull,
I wasn't even red,
But when I got embarrassed,
It was off with my head,

Though the tears dried,
The wounds were there,
Nowhere I could hide them,
They were all I could wear,

I'd lay before I slept,
And wept,
And prayed,
Hoped tomorrow would bring a better day,

And I told myself many times,
To be brave and never quit,
I wrote so many rhymes,
I soon believed it.

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