My Savior

Something overtook me and I did not know what to say.

I struggled with my emotions and was tired of each day.

Abuse in my mind and torment in my soul,

The need to get rid of it so suddenly took hold.

I could find nothing healthy and I turned to terrible things.

Until I realized the depth of the lyrics I love to sing.

My hand quickly hurried to the pen and the paper.

I knew it would eventually become my Savior.

It was so easily done

And my mind I had won.

Words turned into art,

Healed and happy was my heart.

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