Gone Gone Was the man who swore he loved me. Was the gentleman who held me with kindness. Was the man who never would hurt me. He left me broken and afraid, Left me with a swelling rage That consumed every last atom within my body. Trying to figure out how to deal with this loss, along with everything else thrown at me was difficult. Here's my story.

She was lost She was tired She was hurt All she wants is to find something Some source of coping And now she's found it. Something to put her passion into And her sadness into And her time into Something to tell her story