**
on the edge of this mountain
near the edge of defeat
at the edge of my sanity
where the cut brings relief
standing out in a crowd
screaming what nobody hears
voices so silently loud
I could just disappear
blood and emotion mingle
death promises peace
holding onto the dream
that brought me here to this place
daggers and bright lights
center stage as the fool
where the hero's pretending
that he knows what to do
we wear paint to mask the truth
we are as lost as the next
selling hope for a dollar
to a crowd with no sense
so my toes mark this cold stone
the blood a symbol of strength
because I am a survivor
no matter what anyone thinks
**
A/N
I fought off the rhyme so hard...I hope the message still came through. Hang in there warriors. Tomorrow is a new day, and we need you
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