Poems

I'll be there Part 2

I may not always be as strong as you think I am,

Sometimes I am in so much pain,

That it takes so much time and effort to make someone smile,

To laugh,

And to just feel alive.

If I had felt this way all this time,

Why did I struggle so much with it alone?

Why did I have to struggle so much with my demons in my head?

Was it because I thought no one would believe me if I told them?

Would I have let them down in vain and agony?

What even is the cause of this past trauma?

Now It must have got so hard to think,

That everything seemed fine at one minute,

But the next it seems my life is spiraling out of control,

And out of my reach,

When will I learn how to control how I feel,

How I act,

And how I perceive things.

I wish life was better,

And that I didn't end up here.

So always, always remember,

That I am here with you throughout your up and downs,

And that I will take you under my wing,

Whether I'm dead or alive,

And i'll protect you from any harm,

From heaven above or hell below,

I will always and forever be standing by your side,

In life or death,

I will always love you no matter what you do,

Or how you do it,

I will always help you to strive,

till the we die

And till we have reach our full potential,

Even if we may squabble over the smallest thing,

Even when we might not understand what's going on,

In each other's mind

Even at our worst times,

I will stay by your side,

Even if you end up in a hospital bed,

Because things got to much,

And thought you couldn't cope with life anymore.

You life is worth fight for ,

Even if you see no point in fight a battle,

That Noone ever gets to see,

And for some never gets too experienced.

So I will always, always be here for you,

I will always be by your side,

Helping you to see live to the full extent,

Even though at times I may not understand,

I will always and forever be by your side,

Fighting your battles that no one understands,

I will be your safe place,

Even though you might not feel safe in your head,

Or where you at in live,

But I will be stand by the door waiting for you,

with open arms,

Even though you may not see me clearly,

now I've been wrapped up in a blue body bag,

Marked dead by 6:30,

Your looking through the window,

into the hospitals mortuary room,

And your crying,

Because you wish you knew,

Why did this happen?

And why wasn't I aware of what they were going though?

I wish I had knew what they were going through,

To prevent this from happening,

From this day onwards,

I must make sure nothing like this happens again,

to another family member,

to a friend or with someone I work with

or even go to school with,

because you'll regret talking to them and treating them,

like a piece of trash,

that you've just thrown away and will never get back,

And i'll make sure that I am here for them if they want to talk about how they feel.