My heart beat is unsteady and weak, like a worn down drum.

It is hard to cope when your mind is blank and your heart is numb.

When I write, it is my way of expressing my pain into a rhapsody,

it’s my only way to deal with this painful tragedy.

I gather up my sanity, which slips through my fingers like sand;

Soon, I'm drowning in my own pain, reaching for my hand.

The missing piece to the puzzle that is my heart is left in your palm,

How do you expect me to remain calm?

I find myself staring at the ceiling, tears streaming from this broken feeling.

Horrible memories flash through my head like an old movie player that won’t stop reeling.

My mother pushed me away with a stiff and heartless shove,

when all I needed was my mother’s love.

Men bought her body like she was a used item from the thrift store,

Combined with drugs and alcohol, it leaves her sore.

It seems as if she left because she could not stand me;

I just couldn’t live up to what she wanted me to be.

My doctor prescribes me with more and more to deal with your memory in my head;

I pray to God every single night that you don’t end up on the street dead.

Where did I go wrong, I let you down and now you’re lost just as I am;

The only difference is you don’t seem to give a damn.

I keep telling myself you’re coming back for me, and I hope it’s true.

Do you think about me half as much as I think about you?

I have hope that between God, rehab and my love for you, you will notice what you lost.

You chose this path, now you must pay the cost.

But I do wonder, Why am I paying for your mistakes? It’s causing me my sanity.

This life you live is not something to be filled with joy and sanity.

It has left both of us in a dark and secluded place;

but I know how to hide it by faking a simple smile on my face.