Darkest Hour
I have trained everyone in my life,
to hear the stories of being a wife.....
Happiness is fleeting mist,
wiggles in,
then drifts.
I've come to realize,
just this.....
each moment,
each memory,
each lie,
each touch,
each deception,
each battle,
each scar,
each game,
each.......
It's just life!
So many moments,
heavy my soul,
I don't know how to get up,
where do I go? ? ?
I'm afraid I have lost myself forever,
the burdens,
the pain,
the wanting,
the mistrust....
Stupid people seeing me...
only for lust.
Seeing you again,
scarred me deep inside,
knowing that you only want to be back for pride....
remembering me...
a bride....
my hurting child,
nowhere to hide....
comfort,
I cannot find...
I'm in my darkest hour...
my friends are tired,
my family cannot answer me,
no where in my life am I free......
I ache,
screaming.....only inside,
because of my pride...
this hurt...
I will hide...
no one...
no one can see my darkest hour: (
