Lost and Found

I've been to hell,
Over and over again,
And yet here I am,
Still standing and still living.

I've lost myself.
Lost to depression,
Lost to insanity,
But I've found myself again.

I've died.
I killed myself
And was born again,
I've never felt better.

I've seen blood,
I've seen murder,
I've seen so many tears,
And it's made me strong.

I've lost friends,
To drugs and alcohol.
Arrested or insane they left me,
But I made it to this point.

I've been broken,
I've been beaten,
By my young abusive lover.
He forced me to look love and fear...

Right in the face.

I've left the past,
But never forgotten.
Moved on and learned,
But never worried about the future.

I learned to live,
With Panic Disorder
And discrimination,
It's what makes me proud.

I was created by God,
Born from music,
I'm punk,
I'm beautiful.

Look me in the eyes,
You'll see pain,
Someone aged beyond their years,
And someone who almost lost everything.

I've seen more than some could imagine.

But you'll never see anything fake,
Or hopeless.
You won't see fear,
Or regret....

You'll always see my soul if you look hard enough.