When you think it's Safe

When you think its safe
It begins again
No time to tell
No way to send.
No warning comes
To let you prepare
No break in the sorrow
That we all must bear.

No time for fixing
No time for mending
Its so hard to get up
With life demanding
To pull yourself together
And start another day
But I can’t hide the wounds
I can’t hide the pain any more than
The sky brings rain.


These tears have fallen
So many times
You’d think I’d run out
And yet they still cry

So many years have past since it began
No one knows how much more I can stand.
I feel so alone I search google and what I find
Always ends before 2009.

Is there no one suffering what I am now?
Why can’t I find them, what can I do now?
I have school, a life that I feel I can’t live
When its taken by tourette’s sydrome and bed.
I can’t heal, I can’t mend
It’s so hard when I can’t pretend
That its getting better,
I see no end to this stormy weather.

As I watch the impending storm
Out my window I see it swarm
Around my house, around me and feel
The wrath of the giant growing storm.
The house is in shambles
All that’s left is a disappearing me.
As I lay dying the house collapses on me.
School is so hard right now.
Get up, go to school, listen to my screaming brother, do homework, bed begin again.
I know others have to deal with this, but I’ve yet to see a case as worse as this. I’m so tired. I don’t know how much longer I can go, listen to the piercing screams, banging heads, chocking sobs, and you’ll know.
I make up the work. I do the homework, but where the energy comes from is fading quick.
I’m scared. So much homework, so little energy with the growing storms continuously closing in on me.