Laments To Laugh At

Shall I count the days that ended in silence?/ I am just glad there was no violence./ As much as I like the taste of blood/ I am glad no blood was spilled/ and I didn't have to lick it off the floor./ Shall I forget the days that ended in sorrow/ and made me dread the idea of tomorrow?/ But whenever I woke, it was today again,/ with no future threatening the glorious sun,/ and there was no need to cry any more./ No blood, no tears,/ no sense marking the years;/ for though time won't let me be,/ I feel there is still hope for me.