Like a thief in the night,
it came, and stole apart of me away.
Like a lightbulb that burnt out.
You took a part of me.
Leaving scars, where scars shouldn't be.
You set out on a war,
a battle on my soul.

There is this darkness,
Like a plague,
constantly looming.
Hanging just above our heads.
Where lies control,
where hearts are broken.
The wounded, go unnoticed.

Walk through the blood,
it seems easy for you to do.
Just take what you want,
leave the broken, the wounded.
There is no use for them
in the world you have created.

Your delusional thoughts believe,
that this is a better life.
Where the wounded, the hurt,
are wrong.
And you are the king of right.

Please take a moment to look,
Open your eyes and see,
this life you have created,
will be the death of yourself.
Us, the supposed broken,
will be standing,
we will watch you lose your footing.
As you have lost it on reality.
We will be the ones to bury,
We will be the ones to carry on.

While you,
who is all wanting.
You,
who is uncaring,
You,
will end.

We will,
Be strong, as we have always been.
We will,
glance on,
as you steal the last breath from yourself.

There are tears in the world tonight,
There is love that is hated,
Good people, with hearts full of love.
Rejected, denied, abused.

There is love in the world tonight,
where the hated, still love.
Where the rejected,
are held tight.
Where the world comes together.
To say, this is not right.

Who has the right,
to tell you who to love?
No one, can control anothers heart.
The people, who worship a book.
That is supposed to be a book of love,
they hate, they despise, they steal equality.

Do not take what is not yours to take,
It is not yours to claim,
it is not yours to abuse.

They are not wrong,
they are not the devil.
For loving with all of their hearts.

Take a lesson,
learn from them.
The true meaning of the word love.

These eyes that stare at me,
Blue as the sky on the clearest day.
Offer innocence, offer solace.
Those eyes complete me,
They heal my soul.

That blonde hair,
As if the sunshine would follow me anyhere.
Brings me back, fulfills me.
Gives me energy to fight on.

That energy, so full of life.
Reminds me why,
Life is beautiful.
Hearing that little voice,
those simple words.
Can remind me in a second why I am here.
I love you mommy,
Makes all the bad in the world go away.

Here we are my friend,
After so many tears and so many fights,
We are still each others strength.
You are my soul, you are my good sense.
Without you I would still be a lost little girl.
Lost in a big world.

Through the drugs, the boys, the good times, the bad.
Here we are.
Though miles may seperate us now,
You are the only thing that I know like the back of my hand.
You are the only one who will ever truly know me and love me just the same.
My true love is beside me, yes.
But you, you my friend are my soul mate.
In you I can always find that unconditional, completely honest love,
That only a best friend can give.

So, if I said to you just leave...
You won't.
I say you are ruining me,
You're not.
I would have to disagree,

Slowly, over the years I have become stronger.
Still too weak to give up.
Too proud to say that I, myself had failed.
It's not me at all.
I survived, I conquered.
You failed your battles.
I suffer.

I have fought, and fought,
battled my own demons and won.
Stared my fears in the face,
and shot them down.
Yet, here you stand,
You weak, weak man.
Not even admitting,
that you cannot.

You lie,
to the honest.
You break,
all that's good.
You take,
my happiness'
You rip
me open.
You,
are the worst part of me.

To some, this is writing on a page.

To other's it is a form of art.

To me, a look into my soul.

Where I pick up a pen and words flow through my heart.

On to paper.

This ability of mine,

Or, in some eyes lack of,

Helps me be me.

Cleansing of my soul.

After I write,

I am calm.

Rejuvenated.

Able to face more problems,

And identify solutions.

No one told me to do this.

This is something I did myself.

The words found me,

Come in and healed me.

Once again, I set them free.

Someone might read my words and see my talent.

Some may say I am not talented.

To either of these people,

I say "I do not care"

My word formations,

I made them for me.

I made them so I could help myself,

So I could carry on with a brave face,

If you open your mind and read my words,

Open your eye's you are looking into my soul.

If the words help in a time of need.

I smile at myself.

If not I will still do the same.

When I write,

I can mould a language.

I am in control of it all.

So when life spins horribly out of control.

When the words just wont leave my mouth.

I run to my hiding place and immerse myself,

In ink.

There was a time,
When I picked up a pen and the words would just flow.
My head leaked into my hand and wrote it all down.
Now, I am too busy.
Too tired, too much of what everyone else wants.
I let my dreams slip away,
I miss writing, I miss knowing what I'm feeling.
I miss being centered, having my little place.

There was a time when I looked forward to friends, family.
Now, I look forward to silence.
To a moment to myself to sit and do absolutely nothing at all.
No, I do not want a drink.
No, I am not going to answer the phone.
No, the kids are going to bed, it's past their bed time.
No, I don't know who I am.

Yes, I want to scream.
Yes, sometimes I do want to run away,
go, and live on an island.
No,  I would never go anywhere without my kids.

The problem with being a mother,
you watch yourself slowly melt into this person you hardly know.
This person you never, ever thought you would become.
Some days, you become so drained, so lackluster
You think, just for a second...
Where would I be...

I would be no where,
I would be lost,
I would be lonely,
Instead of cuddling my baby,
I would hold a pillow?
Instead of doing hair for a ballet recital,
I would watch a movie with myself?
No smiles?
No kisses?
No one wanting your undivided attention?
Not helping them learn how to be themselves?
I gave up myself, so they could be them,

I am strong, to teach them how to be.
I am happy, because they are.
I am loud, to be heard.
I am quiet, so they can sleep.
I am here, so they can be.
They are everything to me.