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Walking away from a lonely path of misery;

Looking at my battle scars, seeing this isn't what I’m meant to be.

Trudging down a path filled with sweetly intoxicated lies,

Seeing deceiving skeletons of the past knowing they will never die.

The weight on my shoulders is too much to carry;

I stumble down mentally drained, and body wary.

Pitchy voices screaming at me from all around,

The serenity of a silver blade had my sanity chained and bound.

Trying to appease the ghosts always in my hindsight,

Never realizing I'm just withering away into the black nothingness of light.

Forever fighting my mind to win this battle of despair,

Grateful to those who honestly care.

Used to only feeling numb and seeing grey,

Happiness soaks its way in while chasing the serpent of depression away.

Realizing that ghosts have no more control over your life,

You climb up the hill to guide others stuck in the same struggle and strife.