Lord Help Me. Poem by Butterflies In My Belly Forever

All is dark, cold and lonely.
I am reaching out for something that i've lost.
The world is so big and though i am grown, i am so small.
Trying to come out of the fog that this cruel cycle of life has left me in,
I feel like a tighrope walker without a net beneath me.
The physical pain from my loss is sometimes covered with a painted smile...
The aching in me deciding to stay for a while.
Although i try shaking it off and putting myself back together,
I feel like an old pair of shoes all worn and tattered.

When will it stop or even ease up?
When will the Lord let me drink from His cup?
When will my wings spread and my strength be renewed?
When do I become my familys' glue?

I want this pain to ease up not really go away,
I never want to forget her, never, no way.
How can i? She was my mother..
How could I...noone stood above her.
I came from her loins and now I ache,
For the Lord took her, and one day it will be me He takes.
I pull myself up and dust off my knees,
Lord help me make it through another day,
Lord help me please.