"No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue; I could not foresee this thing happening to you. If I look hard enough into the settin' sun, My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes." The Rolling Stones -- "Paint it Black" A lot of things are coming to a head right now. It hurts a lot, this numbness behind my brow. My hands grow cold from my frozen heart And I try to remember why love gets torn apart. I heard the tales, read the books I saw the scowls, stopped the looks. My friends have dealt with it, they live on So why can't I understand why my father's gone? My mother cries every night, the thorns Stab me in my eyes. My mom is hurt, I get the horns. She shakes and weeps and barely eats her food My father has left five times now, it can't be good. He's not returning, he's not forgiving This is one last time that I'll be grieving. I can't stand the ice that comes from his stare I don't feel safe, and I can't stay there. Warmth in your arms is fine, and soothes my aches But why do I still cry when this Pain awakes? I shake and curl and crawl, hope to sleep, But all I get is pain that cuts so deep. Just venting. Don't take this too seriously. I'm feeling better and need to keep it that way :).