Hiding amongst the shadows is where I used to be.
Searching for the truth, but it was too dark for me to see.
Walking down a solemn path and falling into a hole.
Trying to pull myself up, but my mind took a harsh toll.
Hands reach down for mine but I told them to go away.
I could take care of myself, if not, then I would stay.
Then they started filling the hole; burrying me alive.
Dirt started to cover me and I began to cry.
I soon let them continue causing me pain,
until the night when strength I began to gain.
I pulled myself out, for the hole was half way filled.
I started to scream for my soul they nearly killed.
I wiped myself off and pushed them away,
and ran to the people who would forver care and stay.
And, from my heart I pulled out the painful knife
and started smiling as I began a new life.
