I write this to you as I sit in rehab..

These words drained from my pencil
Are not beautiful or perfect.
They are not smiles or laughs.
They are simply life's secret truth.

The world is made from it's past.
The pain it has suffered, we suffer too.
We often find knives in our backs.
And we drown in the tears that fall like heaven has left us behind.

I turn around to see another cut down her arm.
She says she'll stop but I've heard this lie before.
She's been telling me she'll be a good friend and be there forever.
But it's hard to believe because she can't live without another.

She won't admit she needs help.
Pride and guilt have taken over.
Every drop of her blood that has fallen.
Has fallen from me too.

My boyfriend who claims he loves me.
Is the source of every bruise.
I tell him he has one more chance.
But as I fall to the ground in pain, I know I should've left.

I keep coming back to him,
Scared of what will happen if I don't return.
Everytime his fist meets my face,
He takes another piece of my heart.

My father left me.
Although I've known this forever,
I still get on my knees
And pray he'll come back.

My real mother, I've never known.
What I've been told, I choose not to believe.
I know it's true.
She'll be forever locked away for trying to kill her own daughter and then herself.

I've never been close with money.
Sometimes I find myself on the street for days
Because my step mother through me out for my sweet craving.

My addiction is a pain reliever
it's beautiful healing power is the reason my pay check is gone by the end of the week.

I write this to you as I sit in rehab.
I've finally given up on drugs and I've found a new addiction.
It's a man much more powerful than anything I've ever known.

He amazes me day by day.
How he's kept me alive
And with faith, love and away from all my pain.
This man is GOD

And I do it for Him.