Here I am standing out of my mind,
knocking myself into a state of acceptance,
questions of its worth, anguishing pain –
flow in my veins, turning into poison,
consuming my hope as the clock clicks,
i keep running inside my head,
like a hamster on the wheel,
i am not able to stop these thoughts,
clouding my indented percipience,
I dash towards the ones I trust,
but all they did was shut the door,
only to blame me for locking it,
only to call me weak when my tears flow.
Will I survive? I will survive!
when the dawn hides, the sun rises,
to a new day, to a new gift of life,
i will pass the prickly thorns
to greet a lawn of colorful flowers.