you call out my name
when my knees are on the ground
when colour disappears
when hope turns into nonexistence

you call out my name
when you know that i am weak
when you know that i've got nobody
when you know that i'm alone

it's my  name you speak
when the darkness comes again
when rain falls from clear blue skies
when the warmth has gone

it's my name you speak
as i grow sicker
as i throw away my pills
as i cry myself to sleep once again

you're who i turn to
when light is but a memory
when words fail to soothe
and the days drag on

you're who i turn to
in my darkest hours, and when i am fine
before i even try
and when i've given up yet again

yours is the name i whisper
when people asks whats to blame
when they ask what helps
when they ask me what i want to stop

you're the one
i'll never give up
i'll never stop hating
the one that defines me

Self Harm
you're the one
i will always
need.

Africa!
Africa is crying
For a bed and some bread
Africa is trying
To find shelter or shed
The streets are now dormant
The children now sleep
With groaning tummies
They now Rest In Peace...

Growing ever bolder
While Insanity her sister
Places a cool hand
Upon your frail shoulder

Despair
The lady in waiting  
For that which is and shall remain
The ruler of all
As sadness fell in stormy gray waves
When the heart pain called

Oh how deep the depth of the dagger
Endless the loss of love go
A secret torture of those caressed by passion
The coursing of desires flow

Is madness creeping round your mind
Growing ever bolder
While Insanity her sister
Places a cool hand
Upon your trembling  shoulder

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Mar. 15, 2015.

I will be the light that which God wants me to be,
The light which even under high intensity pressure still can be seen.
No matter how dark and twisted the dimensions they may seem,
I will be the light God wants me to be.
For every person alive and gone is certainly a part of the perspective within me,
I see how we are moulding ourselves without realising we are, we.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel,
I've come to realise that actually the light is me.
And I realise my aim in life is to die, not to achieve an easy life rather to stay truly illuminated with love until I die,
Through every cancer, every hardship, every struggle, every war, every test,
I want to be able to say to God at the end,
I was the light you needed me to be.
And God will say to me, Welcome home.
And I will say Thank You, I love you.
For you were the One who made the light which is we/me.