It kills as much as it hurts and it hurts
until it kills.
It was like going through a road full of ups and downs , mountains and hills.
Hard luck I have to start over.
It's like I've been drunk all my life and now I'm sober.
I hesitate every time it comes to make a decision.
I use to have a purpose but I failed in that mission.
Memories that I used to love is what I now regret.
and then it became my specialty to learn to forget.
but after all this suffering which broke my heart in those hurtful days.
Then came a time , that wonderful time , that certain faze.
Someone came and mended that wrecked thing I had called a heart.
He came and separated me and my hurt apart.
I was there lying in a coffin just waiting for the day I would die.
When an angle came down from this amazing pure blue sky.
I call him my hero , the one who woke me up when I was waiting there for my death.
I call him my oxygen because he came to introduce me to myself.
I call him my everything because he gave my life everything.
I call him my favorite song because he taught my heart how to sing.
Hope was restored back into my life from day number one.
The first day I got to know him was the day the darkness in me met the sun.
Now I know nothing of being alone.
All I know when I was lost he helped me find my way back home.
When life took something away from me it gave me something better in return.
It gave me a chance to make new memories which I don't have to burn.
So when I describe him I would say ...
He is my hero , my oxygen and my everything.