I’m a mess, I think.
like the blade on my skin, I’m dull.
As the blood drops begin to grow
I wish for all to stop,
Wondering how I’d fall,
but not wanting to learn.

In the next month I’d learn
that it’s easier not to think.
On my own, I’d fall
down the hole, dark and dull.
Then I wanted to stop,
but I never thought I could grow.

I did start to grow.
In the hospital you learn
to stop
and to think.
Within those walls so dull
they tried not to let us fall.

But oh, did I fall,
When I thought I could grow.
I was too dull
to learn,
to think,
To stop.

I did not, but they did stop
my fall.
Taught me to think,
forced me to grow.
They made me learn.
My pain, made dull.

Now not all life is dull,
but full of hope which does not stop.
Now seeing joy in learning
and trusting the fall
to peace. From here I’ll be able to grow,
I think.