Help sounds good at night time, Denial good for morn.

The words are hard to come by. 

What has happened is still so raw.

The abused abuse, I knew this.

But my charity glass was tall.

You sucked the good straight from me.

My veins left floppy and black.

You desperate, searching, loveless.

Good sense is all you lack.

When help is there and willing

You spat upon its face.

Angry seeping from your mouth,

Who let you out of your cage?

Your stories all make sense,

Though I guess they did before.

As soon as normalcy creeps in,

You shut your backwards door.

I had no pity to ring out,

Though you squeezed with all your might.

I offered love, and change and health.

Though you really had no right.

The worse part is you stole from him,

His generosity.

And flipped the tales all around,

Thanks for including me.

I had to give one breathless laugh,

Because I know its not our fault.

But how we tangled in your web,

Is locked up in my vault.

Sleep won't come. Hope your prepared,

You missed your baby's day.

Installing same ol' traditions,

You swore had gone away.

We knew before, they told me so.

I had to prove them right.

I felt I was out of the dark,

You saved it for one night.

But that's ok. I'll be just fine.

I'll write you off as past.

But you will continue on.

Until your left alone at last.