She walked alone
In the cold dark world
A young child
Who knew things
By what her parents taught her

She was sheltered so far in her life
She didn't know what to expect
So she played
With other much older than her
They wanted her innocence
So when all was said and done
She sat there alone
Crying
No one consoled her
No one seemed to care

She continued in life
Becoming stronger
Mentally and physically
Her thoughts became darker
Angrier,
Hateful of those around her
She thought the nightmare was over
Until things spiraled out of control...
Hanging out with so called friends
Costing this young woman something valuable
Reality struck hard that night
The worse thing about it
The cycle repeated
She knew nobody would believe her
Nobody seemed to want to protect her

Wanting to die so much
Became her purpose
Being alone
Was her sanctuary
Her body became a vessel
Harboring everything and anything
Cold and Dark
Why?
Why was she made to suffer?
Why didn't anybody try to stop her
She kept shoving pills down her throat
Or cutting her skin
To relieve her inner most pain

Her parents could not handle
Anything about her anymore
They had lost their baby girl
She rebelled against them
For many years
It was always a civil war.

She became a mother 3 times over
And each time she vowed
Her offspring would not walk the same path
Or feel the same as she did when she was young
She became very protective of them
Her husband would try to understand
Only to realize his wife is a very complex person.

Though her closest friend understood
Her actions
Thoughts
Feelings
He decided to help her
Just to listen when she needed an ear
Or a shoulder to cry on
Or lean on
When times are tough
Through his actions
A bond was forged

So this woman
became the woman she is today
Through pain suffering
Not by choice
But through the situations
That made up her life
Judge all you want
Call her weak
Call her pathetic
And she will show you
Weakness
But she will tell you
I am a fighter
Strength comes from within
And wisdom
Comes from the lessons we learn
From mistakes made
In our everyday lives

You see this fighter
As you may have guessed
Is the real me.