The Valley Of Acid Tears Poem by Lost River

I think my writing's of poems has come to an end
They've told the stories about my family
Lost Love, Wars, The Hells, Places I've been
Damaged Souls
The Stories of Tears that just won't end
The Things that just has to be said
That caused the Tears
The Dark Secrets
Truth about a family of Abuse
Anger
Live's full of sin
Reality would talk about how it's time to move on
We were the resemblances of survival
A family gone
And for our futures journeys to the other side of life
Yet even now with that knowledge of my family
My own lifetime of strife
My broken dreams and shattered hearts

I was still surprised by the cords that were still tied
The story of how I came to that bridge of lost love
Where hopelessness reigned
Where helpless tears cried
The place where time had come for changes, repentance
Above all else knowledge that I needed to be righteous before I lied
It didn't take an Einstein to read between the lines
I just wished my family could've realized that
And about the furture life after the boxes of pines
How I stood at that bridge and cried harder than ever before
Thought of them and the love lost
Then even harder more
How I moved forward for the damaged soul of mine
Wondered what was left, did we have any more time?
You see my family! I know that it had to be this way
That everyone has a chance to move on or lay where you lay
Even now you know I loved you like now one else ever could
After all it was only that love that made it so I could be good
Yes I had to be good!
Fact is,
I wanted it more than anything
But for you at the bridge, and your memories
A little longer I stood
And then how the tears flowed
More than I thought that they ever could

So the day will come for you to hear my thoughts
Maybe even read
Even now I wonder who'll listen
Who'll heed

It was hard to speak even now about abuse
The Valley of Acid Tears
My moving on
These last few years

My family will never know about that
Nor understand what its been like
Nor visit those places I been
The times I needed their help
The times my soul was so desperate for their love
My fight,
The fight to become clean and win
I try not to remember how so often they judged me
And the truth that I spoke, as the sin

My poems would speak of the
Bitterness
within my family, my soul
About pain and endless tears,
Waves that washed and flowed
But not once ever did my heart speak,
Nor the stories talk of any hate
Only of love, and lost, the damage, the worries,
My fate
About a bridge I crossed and my moving on
The depths of Hell
And those Hells beyond
The understanding of endless tears
And how they'll never be gone

And how I turned,
My back away from that bridge from that Hell
And even then, and still my family didn't show any care
About the man that loved them, that isn't doing very well
Nor do they get to see the man that has changed his life
For as I walked from that bridge, fake love and
Those unbelievable Hells
I thought
My family, my family, my family it's true
I'm happy you missed the Hells I've been too.
The turning my back away from sin
But not the best part that makes me what I am
Love, true love the best part of any man
So as I walked from that Valley of Acid Tears
Love now speaks Frankly about The House The Home, The Hells
My life in the Valley of the Dammed