Like a bird in a windstorm, clinging to a branch
Being trampled and run over, yet I just held on
Instead of wind it was my words in the form of an avalanche
My own mind stepping on my throat, I was so far gone
Weeks and weeks would go by, I saw no more light
Surrounded by my demons, both physical and mental
The walls were talking to me, told me to quit my fight
“You should just die, make it look accidental”
I tried a couple times, I’ve got the cracks to prove it
Went through pain for 3 years, simplest became hard
I’d lost all my cards, all my hopes and moves
Wanted happiness more than ever, but I had wandered off too far
Just as I was walking out of my room for the last time
I peered into the hall, to tell my Mom goodbye
I was headed to the woods, where I’d finally die
But she was sitting inside the house trying not to cry
Glancing through old images she found her uncle’s smile
He had killed himself, taken his own life.
The way she handled the loss of this guy
Was enough to let me ask myself “How have I been so blind?”
That was the moment that I had changed my mind
I couldn’t stand my own blood feeling like they hadn’t tried
When I left my home, something had changed outside
Out of nothing came colours, no more grey and white
That was when I knew I wanted to live my life.
