My Thoughts and This World

A warrior in training

I was kept alive by your voice

I was kept alive by your sacrifice

By the hardship you've been thru

And the hardships that you counquer

That night everything was as it is

The same lonely, hopeless night I

always have

Tge moon shines on my window

But mister moons face is as lonely as I

Grabbed my most precious thing

My blade that reminds me I'm alive

I was ready to do it again

I slit my wrist

It bled, then I repeat it

Wounds  I don't feel aching

But my wrist is bleeding

I don't feel like living

But then your voice I kept hearing

That soft voice kept convincing

My child your life is just starting

I'll walk by you in this jouney

Hold my hand and keep on fighting

Your precious life is not worth risking

For you are my child

A warrior in training