Oh. My. Gosh.

My kid wrote this and asked if she could email it to me. She prefaced it by saying that it wasn't done:

eyes of grey,tainted past
nothing of mine ever lasts
i keep on telling myself i'm over your lies
when really i'm broken up inside
the feeling of fear walking outside
knowing that you are near by
it takes me back to every time
we said i love you,everytime we lied
we both know we never meant it
what came out of it is this..

life growing,not knowing what to do
everyday is denial i'm scared & confused
i never thought this would happen to me
when i found out,my heart split into two
part of me will always be with my baby too.

denying everything you know is true
after all this time,i forgive you
out of this came tears,hurt & loss
something beautiful will live on
through me these slow fearful months

I didn't know whether to cry, or hold her, or just sit there and stare at the screen...so I stared at the screen. Then I asked her if she was ok. then I told her that she needed to finish it and we'd submit it to someone, somehwere. Any ideas?

P.S. I don't have permission to print this, but I am anyway. She doesn't even know about this blog.