We have cried in the shower .
I have made it this far .
I made it through the worst .
Sometimes she looked lovely
Then terrified .
Other nights strangely calm
And that scared me .
Like someone carrying
Something too heavy to put down .
My heart dropped .
Oh we let someone carry
Our hopes and dreams
And then watch everything
Goes up in smoke
Just because she had to feel good .
She took what she had to take from us
Much more than our dreams .
I Love You All
By Brock
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