My Life

Waking up at Christmas morning
My mother wasn't there
It didn't feel like Christmas
It didn't matter, I didn't care

Broken apart at a fragile year
At that carefree age of eight
I didn't know it then, but
Now I see the anger and the hate

Screams could be heard
As a door opened and slammed
I got up and peered out my door
It had seemed my life was damned

A silent tear fell down my cheek
As I watched the fighting begin
Why couldn't my life be the same
As the lives of the other children

It all happened so fast and
I began to wonder if it was my fault
I was told that it wasn't
In Sin's grasp I was caught

Since then, things have changed
But I still find myself crying
Tears unable to be held back
My soul internally dying

But I wipe those tears away
And put on a different face
I try not to think that I
Was born as a form of disgrace

My life isn't as bad as it was
When I was at that tender age
Growing up had it's effect on me
Lost from my book of life, a page

Now the fighting is dilated
Like my pupils on a quiet night
The divorce seemed to be the best
Maybe my future was getting bright

Sure there are still fights
And they still destroy me inside
Forcing me to hide my feelings
Inside my torn heart they reside

My parents changed somewhat
From hatred came patience
Now thinking of my future
They gained a new form of sense

I get to see my mother sometimes
Whenever I'm free from life
And whenever I see her now
I'm free from the hate and strife

My life is still a war of troubles
Of which I am the lone soldier
It only seems to get harder
As my body and mind get older

I'll never forget those memories
They still haunt me to this day
But they have made me stronger
So in time, I shall be OK

My parents care for me now
And I knew they always did
My heart will never forget
But it is always willing to forgive

So in time we will all be reunited
Friends and family, in Heaven
The hate will be replaced with love
Eternal, until the very end.