Post by LostInnocence on Dec 14, 2004 9:30:18 GMT -5
Just a little intro to my poem: this was written on July 16, 2003 while lying in a hospital bed after turning my brother in for incest. This poem was only wishful thinking...
There were times I could have gave up and left this cruel world behind.
No more tears or unanswered prayers if I could just end my life.
Then you came and stood by my side; you showed me you were there.
You showed me that you loved me and that you would always care.
Even when I tried to lie about the painful thoughts I hid inside.
Somehow you knew those weren't true, like you could read my mind.
Where would I be if I did not have you when I held a knife to my wrist.
If you had not been there, I do not think I would still exist.
Although it may not have been the happiest times when you entered my life; it was when I needed you the most.
I tried to tell you many times but you deny, but I am living proof.
I want you to know you're my hero, that you saved my life.
You were the only one to stop me from using the knife.
So if you think it was your job, or you just did what you had to do.
I wrote this poem to tell you that's definately not true.
I want you to be proud of what you did.
You saved the life of a hopelessly lost kid.
There were times I could have gave up and left this cruel world behind.
No more tears or unanswered prayers if I could just end my life.
Then you came and stood by my side; you showed me you were there.
You showed me that you loved me and that you would always care.
Even when I tried to lie about the painful thoughts I hid inside.
Somehow you knew those weren't true, like you could read my mind.
Where would I be if I did not have you when I held a knife to my wrist.
If you had not been there, I do not think I would still exist.
Although it may not have been the happiest times when you entered my life; it was when I needed you the most.
I tried to tell you many times but you deny, but I am living proof.
I want you to know you're my hero, that you saved my life.
You were the only one to stop me from using the knife.
So if you think it was your job, or you just did what you had to do.
I wrote this poem to tell you that's definately not true.
I want you to be proud of what you did.
You saved the life of a hopelessly lost kid.
