On to the next place
she was on to the next mistake
another man who promised her the world.
As her dreams came crashing to a halt did she wonder what would become of me?
Another couch, another floor for me to be
loneliness was the only thing with stability.
Before I felt as though I could only trust myself
all that pressure on a girls' chest crashing like bricks.
I was suffocating and I provided the pillow.
My knight and shining armor, my father
could have been my savior all this time.
But how could I know?
Am I weak for wanting help?
I felt like the world was against me.
Without asking, he saved me.
He pulled me through the fire, but not before I felt the burns.
The scars are permanent, but I am healing.
There were nights I used to cry so hard my eyes felt as though they were bleeding
He told me I could pull through.
Now I will not hesitate
I will not curl into a ball shutting the world out
Never again would I give my happiness away for someone else's mistake
For I am not weak.