Slipping back down into the darkness,
As the depression closes in around me i lose all senses.
Reaching for you...
For your all that brings me back.
For without you i'm forced to go to my old friend.
As much as i miss the crimson color of blood,
I know i'd miss you more.
For you once gave me the choice... The blade or you.
I chose you..
It feels good not to self-harm when i get down,
Yet sometimes i slip up and relapse.
But i'm on the road to recovery...
On the road to the light..
I look forward to the day when the darkness of depression doesn't crush me.
For now i still hurt,
But maybe one day .. maybe one day..
I'll Be Free.?