But’s I felt the need to post a poem from the top of my head so….

My mind
Made up
Hard as it was
I finally opened my eyes
I saw you for the evil you are
Instead of the angel you are thought as
I was blood on your nails
Instead of the Regular green
I saw the flames in your eyes
Instead of the painting of clouds
I feel hate at your touch
Instead of the feathers
I see scars on your wrists
Instead of the bracelets
I saw you for who you are
I saw the hatred in the set of your jaw
I noticed the sharpness of your teeth
Instead of the fullness of your lips
I wondered How I could have wished to be you’
Growing old with you
I thought I knew you
I could have never been wrong
But worst of all
I saw you glide into the darkness
And the darkness swallow you whole.
I saw those that follow you
And I heard the screams
I saw you glide back into the room
Covered in blood
Look me in the eye
And say somebody shot them
And I knew
That somebody was you.
I saw the true you
But the police and judge
Saw the fool in me

That’s terrible but its call Opened Eyes
and this one is Angels Burning

I asked None from you
You took and never gave
Nobody could help you
I loved you with all my heart
I believed everything you told me
I’ll never understand why
If it was the twist of your wrists
Or the pull of a smile
Or the strength
When your arm draws back
Or every time you said you were sorry
Or every time I believed you
It was just Angels Burning
It was not big deal
Until you realized
I could stand Pain
But you hurt the one thing I couldn’t protect
You hurt my son
My son
I haven’t meet him
But I know from the needles
The pills
The scratches
he won’t be Happy
He’ll be cursed to live
I took my stand
When you tried to harm
The only one I love
My son
Wasn’t going to be another
Angel Burning.
I wouldn’t let it happen
So I burned the devil
I burnt you

Once again that's terrible so....

My hands may not be perfect
They may not be even
But they have saved lives
When a woman needed help
To see her daughter
I helped her Push.
When a teen was in a accident
After turning down a party
I Pumped on his chest
When I little girl took
A last breathe to soon
I Breathed and pumped
Until
She breathed alone
But after today
My hands lost their Magic
The one I needed to save
My own Blood
I couldn’t save
I stood and watched
Blood drip
I heard their Last Words
They didn’t say “help me”
Or “I love you”
Or “Good bye”
Not even “Its okay”
My angel looked me in the eye
And Mastered a Speech In One breathe
She said “Mommy Be free I am with God now he will protect me but he needs yo to go on with your dream I’ll be watching you”
Yet I can’t help to think
why would God care about me??
He proved he hated me when he stole my daughter
So I’ll drag this knife
And I’ll dig with it
Until
I can be with her
It’s my fault she’s there I’m the one that took one pill
And a sip of alcohol
And her life.

Thats even worst….