By My Own Hands





By my own hands I wanted to die.

Ready to say goodbye.

What exactly does that mean?

It was planned, not unforeseen.



But since it was planned.

I could save myself beforehand.

It took strength and courage to stop that thought.

I was severely distraught.



But I was able to reach out.

Before I could checkout.

I'm thankful that I was able.

Because I was so unstable.



Suicide is final - there's no coming back.

On myself that's the most evil attack.

How could I disregard my life so?

I had become my own foe.



I'm still struggling but that's life.

Yes, I'm feeling my strife.

I'm up for this challenge, I am.

This is my life's plan.



I will become strong.

And once again feel as if I belong.

But where to start - I need to know.

Where's my shield, my ammo?



It's inside, I need to dust it off.

And get ready for the playoff.

No, this is not a game.

I am worthy, I have a name.



I am Kimmer!

I possess more than just a shimmer.

I can be what I want to be.

Just watch - you'll see.



By my own hands I will heal.

That's what I truly feel.

I do have what it takes!

No matter how much my mind and body aches.