Saving Grace Poem by chris schwartz

I am pretty sure,
If my cries were heard,
They would mention you.
The terror that I feel each night,
I crumble inside,
Because of you.
There is no warrior left
Inside of me
To fight my horrid past,
There is just the waiting
And the longing,
To escape it all
At last.
The clouds up above me
They're looking good these days,
The friends that brought me
Through those times,
Have since made it there
Themselves.
And I finally get in life
How it may be easier to die
Than to Erase
The memory you carved
Into the Rock
Of Saving Grace.