Lucky to be Alive
Cigarette burns and bloody towels on my carpet make the world seem like a bitter lonely place
A place in which I stare into the mirror and can not recognize my own face
For I have scarred it with knives and left red dripping stems of fluid
I am lucky to be alive
I am lucky to be alive ever since my parents came to find
They came to find their pretty white angel had black demons hiding in his mind
They could not believe that he would attempt to take his life
but they found me
I am lucky to be alive
Even after the weeks spent sitting silently staring so soulfully at iron windows
I look back at my decisions and realize how close I was to die
For even in my time of darkness and self mutilation I realize
I am lucky to be alive
I am lucky that the music runs through my veins thicker than blood
I am lucky that I did not have to grow up in a shotty neighborhood
I am lucky that I have a family that cares
And I am lucky I didn't pass whilst falling down life's stairs
I am lucky to be alive
and I believe that now It is true
although I never thought I could carry on apart from you
But I did, and I am so happy that It is over
For you were merely a figment four leaf clover
You were nothing I would reskindle,
nothing I would save
nothing I would want back
for nothing I behaved
So I still sit here
lonely in my life
realizing that I am god damn lucky to be alive