My life was full of pain and regret
Full of sorrow and woes
Hatred of my own mind
To end it all was my goal
My life painted of dark colors and hatred
But now
No longer
Is the brain against the self
No longer
Is the anger directed at the self
No longer
Is the memory of death a fond one
My life is now a blank slate
Ready to be drawn on
A collage of colors and ideas
A body of hopes and dreams
