Red gushing blood taken from my arm, as pins and needles surge through the blood vessels inside my brain, as shooting sharp pain comes inside of me, as shooting sharp pain gives me black storms inside of my heart, believing that this black storm is not all I have.

Not all I have is black sharp shooting pain instead I have blue sparkles, blue sparkles inside my brown hair, inside my brown light inside catching gold sparks, strumming gold guitars, as I find the gold spirit telling me to “never give up.”

Telling me to never give up even as black shooting sharp pain seeps through my black stormy, remind myself to “never give up,” knowing someday I will catch gold to stop the shooting sharp pain seeping through my veins.

Running through black woods to find my red, orange sun rise, as I rise above the black shooting sharp pain to find my own gold spirit telling me to “Never give up.”