I have cried from within, out of my pure despair
have looked in a mirror and found no one there.
I have been on the very brink to take my own life
have pondered ways to die, while holding a knife.
I have hit rock bottom, with no hope in sight
then somehow I managed to put up a fight.
I clawed my way back, from my personal hell
so I could write a small poem, my story to tell.
A.G. Munson
