My life is not what it was,
and will take time to be repaired,
my grip has slipped and I must admit, I am a little scared.
A path I\'ll find anew,
and mend my broken heart,
I\'m not going to go backwards, but I need to find the start.
I\'ve cried myself to sleep,
and cried myself awake,
I refuse to withhold my tears and hide my heartache.
My ignorance was apparent,
within it our problems were concealed,
but now there has been time to think, they\'re slowly being revealed.
All be it you found a part of me,
it\'s probably the part that\'s best,
and if not for you coaxing it out, it would still be suppressed.
I never thought I was strong,
nor did I think I was brave,
but I felt them both crash over me like an unforgiving wave.
I don\'t know where it came from,
but I found a way to cope,
and with my family and my friends I found forgotten hope.
Good memories hurt my heart,
and sad ones fuel the fire,
but I\'m sure at some point the healthy balance will eventually transpire.