Darkness always comes………… wether it comes when the sun goes down and the moon comes up, or within your heart...

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

I cry for the time that you were almost mine, I cry for the memories I've left behind, I cry for the pain, the lost, the old the new, I cry for the times I thought I had you Not all scars show, not all wounds heal Sometimes you can't always see The pain someone feels Whats the sense of wishing for something when I always just wish it away? Every night i talk to the stars pretending its you.. it acts just like you tho.. far away and never replies to my questions Why do people tell you to believe in what you want to but then tell you not to believe in the one true thing you do believe in? Times a precious thing to waste, but friends are more precious The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil. The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom. Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.

This is the beginning of a new day; we have been given this day to use as we will. We may waste it or use it for good. What we do today is important because we are exchanging a day out of our lives for it. When tomorrow comes this day will be gone forever leaving in its place something we have traded. Make sure it is gain not lost, good not evil, success not failure.

Power Was Always The Instigator-
When it was between me and you

Hammerfall:

‘I am the one who lost control,

But in the end I’ll be the last man standing!

I am the one who sold his soul,

But in the end I’ll be the last man standing!’

It is said that blood washes away sin, so bleed for me and save me from myself...

CHILD ABUSE MAKE IT STOP!

Child abuse is sick, PLEASE HELP US STOP IT!

My name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help.

Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.

PLEASE put this on your profile if YOU are against CHILD ABUSE.