And, you live in mental hospitals and strangers' homes;
And, you are treated very badly by friends and shelters;
though your heart still has poems.
Then you move back home with your Dad;
Which makes him very mad and very sad.
But, you find a home again out on your own;
Because that is what one does when one is grown.
You starve yourself and meet old and new men;
And you get taken advantage of again.
Then a lovely woman helps you meet your wonderful man;
And, you make many and many a plan.
You find out very quickly that he is your soulmate;
You have mostly wonderful years together; great so great.
Then one year, you are both down on your luck;
And your man wants the equivalent of trying to get hit by a
truck.
It changes you, and damages you so much;
You do too much for him and get too drunk to touch.
SSA cuts your check; just a very bad year;
And there are so many and many-a-tear.
Things are getting better, but you rely on beer;
After continuously dropping tears.
Not to forget that in the year that New Yorkers all cried;
Your sister committed suicide; that is when a big part of
you died.
There are many reasons why you hide and hide;
Sometimes, you feel like you're just along for the ride.
You've always been lost;
And your sanity is the cost.

You still ty and try
To better your soul
But, you fear there is too big
Of a gaping hole.

You can't always rescue yourself from yourself
That's why your sisters ashes sit on a shelf.

I can't totally rescue me from me
I keep trying to find the person
I want to be!

I've had enough
Of feeling lost and alone
And now I have a place
Where my inner peace has grown.