My Everything

I always cried myself to sleep to release the pain And that's when poetry became my everything A young teenage girl lost in the world full of emotions and fears So at night her pillows are soaked a face full of tears Her parents don't and won't understand her so why even try A guy breaks her heart in a blink of an eye She hides behind her pen and paper because that's her therapy Because for once in her life she said "It's OK to be" When I write my dear poetry she doesn't speak back Criticize, put me down, or any of that She just sits there all pretty in between her crispy blue lines and space And allows me to scribble, doodle, and even erase When I'm hurt when I'm scared when I've lost my soul I can even rip her up, destroy her, start a new return to an old She allows me to express myself in every shape and form My comfort buddy in the night No lamp just a mini flash light In the mist of a storm She allows me to escape the reality of the struggling girl Like long night shifts at work, money issues, transportation, or just everyday remorse She doesn't even complain when I babble about a hard college course But one thing she has done is been there through it all the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful that not everyone could see The different forms and shapes of me So I thank her and love her for allowing me to be me She knows I'm not perfect and from the naked eye anyone could see But from the beginning, the middle, and even the end She will always be like a best friend MY EVERYTHING...