I have a wicked sense of humor,
As well as a strong sense of justice
I have been conscious while in the darkness
And I have shown the light of my joy against it.
Everything fits together,
Roughly..
if I jam the pieces
And I push even the most painful parts,
So that they stay with me as I move
Because, everything, especially my ashy scars,
Make me a better person
To help others in pain
Who have little say in the battles they confront.
While I make the choice,
To stand behind them.
SickyBeat 