This poem is not for my precious son, whose death
took everything from me that I hung on to, believed in.
It is for those who can’t see that I am still here.
but I have been forced to live in a world where there
is not glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.
I’m so tired of it all, so tired of the lies.
The further I fall, the higher you rise.
It takes all I have, each moment I try,
I give and I give, till I think I will die.
I’m sorry that I was never enough,
My heart is long dead, the road’s been so rough.
All that I have, I have given to you.
And what have I left? No joy and no you.
Just leave me here in my prison, my home,
Cause when you are here, I still feel alone.
Not a thing I’ve endured, suffered, survived.
Has helped you to notice, that I’m still alive.
I still feel, I still hope, I still love, I still try.
Somehow through the darkness, I still survive.
Take just one heartbeat, one touch, one breath,
And remember I will love you till nothing is left.