This is all my fault
No one else to blame
I've turned into a vault
And all I hold is shame

It's all for the best
I know what to do
But what about the rest?
Why do I just feel like poo?

I'm grateful for the Lord
I'm grateful for all the support
It's time to pick up the sword
It's time to finally defend the fort

Stop.
He's not a bad man.
He made a mistake.
Stop.
He drank one too many.
He loves you, mom.
It was an accident.
He didn't mean it.
Stop.
Look at my arms, mom.
The bruise healed.
He just lost control.
Stop
I know he loves me.
He loves you too, mom.
He's still my dad.
I know he still cares.
HE DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT ME
IT DIDN'T EVEN HURT THAT BAD
SEE? I'M FINE.
HE'S STILL HERE.
HE NEVER REALLY LEFT.
HE TOOK ME FOR ICE CREAM.
I SWEAR TO GOD IT HAPPENED.
I SWEAR IT HAPPENED.
I SWEAR.
HE'S OKAY NOW.
HE'S BETTER.
STOP.
STOP BLAMING YOURSELF.
STOP HATING YOURSELF.
HE'S NOT A BAD PERSON.
HE'S A GOOD MAN.
I SWEAR.
I SWEAR TO GOD HE'S A GOOD MAN.
STOP!
**STOP!!!!

My stomach does shots
Of nervousness
Every time that you're around

Anxiety rules
This stuttering fool
Searching for words to be found

My palms start to sweat
First chance that they get
At the prospect of holding your hand

I'm weak in the knees
A month of Sundays
As my pounding heart strikes up the band

I'd up and leave
Make a line like a bee
If my feet didn't feel like concrete

Maybe one day
I'll have the nerve to say
Would you care to dance with me

She watches
her image
shatter
and fly
like tiny
glass tears
that fall
from the sky
and fall
with
their falling
accompanied by
the sound
of a satisfied sigh...

There is a shadow looming over me.
In fact there are many shadows
That I have chosen to bear.
They vary in size and shape
And none of them are mine.
They weigh me down
Make my life seem heavier
I do not know why
I have chosen
To accept this darkness