Sometimes I feel helpess
in changing my mood.
My head is a fog sometimes;
clarity evades my grasp.
I've run away when I feared being hurt,
and I've ignored my issues.
But when I hit rock bottom,
it hurts so deeply.
My conscience weighs me down with guilt
and reminds me selfishness got me here.
When I look outside myself,
I find you standing there.
Your love for me never left me
even when I turned away from you.
On days that I cursed you under my breath,
you still loved me the same.
And when I hit rock bottom again,
I hope I remember to look to you.
Because you will be there with open arms,
ready to lavish your love upon me.