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Through the ringer.
HOW DO YOU MEND A BROKEN HEART.
How do you mend a broken heart
When all your emotions are torn apart.
How to reverse sadness to replace with a smile
In my experience,it can take a while.
There's no set routine,no quick fix
No potions or cures,or underhanded tricks.
Take each day as it comes,focus on the good
Don't upset yourself,you'll end up in a mood.
Try take up a hobby,make your mind change direction
Loves hard to forget,you'll have a different completion.
Meet new people,make new friends
Turn of your sadness ,begin new trends.
Can be a long process,there's no set route
Like trying new things,may seem a bit moot.
I've been there a few times throughout my years
It's awful and tragic,drives you to tears.
like there's no cure,feel desperate and alone
Cuts your emotions deep to the bone.
Time they say will heal all
The sadness you feel will eventually fall.
Life's ups and downs,smiles and frowns
One minute on a high,you hear familiar sounds.
A smell of her perfume,her favourite TV show
Then your opened up again,your emotions overflow.
Nice to remember,harder to forget
Will the situation get better,sure it will I bet.
Get on an even keel,feel yourself again
Happiness on a high,nine out of ten.
Might meet someone new,fall in love again
Then the roller coaster will begin,take a breath,count to ten.
this time in life I really dread.when you break up with a person you've shared your life with for a long time.you feel lost and alone.the world looks and is a different place when you be one a single person.the worst of this time is,when people find out and start asking you question after question.your too upset to answer,but at the same time you don't want to appear ignorant.so you answer tentatively your version of events,even though you know they probably had the other half version before quizzing you.you dread the living alone part that has come to you through no fault of your own you surmise.i absolutely without a doubt hate and dread this time above all else.it's a nice feeling having a partner you can talk to about problems,or have a giggle with.I've been married for over twenty years now.and I can say without hesitation,she really did save me from a life of hell.
love catches you on the hop
testing your nerves,it will never stop.
sometimes good,sometimes its bad
you try to grim and bear it
can often make you mad.
try control yourself
easier said than done
having a partner
is about 75% fun.
i can accept this
better than being alone
can cut you to the bone.
Drags you down.
One too many.
when do you know the right time to quit?. That's the question a lot of couples struggling to keep it going ask themselves every day.is it worth all the Aggro? Is it worth all the tears?. Sometimes it's better to call it a day for both of your mental welfare. If the kids are a part of the family,it's wrong to stick together for their sake.ive seen so many people try this,and it ends up making them feeling more miserable than they did before. A lot of people delude themselves into thinking the kids can't hear or understand the quarrelling and raised voices.They definitely do,I remember my Mum and Dad arguing constantly before the separated years ago,and I heard every argument and every fight.i witnessed some of the violence and terror,it's a terrible thing to witness,so if people are of the opinion kids don't understand,they definitely do.you need to do the right thing by your kids,or you can mess them up for life.
if in doubt,
don't shout it out
you'll mess with their mind
finding love is hard to find.
they will go through life
messed up and not trusting
because you were selfish
your views continually thrusting.
if you're in the right
or in the wrong
kids suffer the most
same persistent song.
curb your emotions
discuss the situation through calm
it's the best way to continue
kids won't come to no harm.
throughout my childhood,I was often the referee between my Mum and Dad. It did on occasion get very violent.i felt unfairly thrown in to the middle of the battle.i felt helpless as a very young boy expected to get between two grown adults physically throwing punches at each other.they battled frequently,and usually alcohol had a direct involvement in the fight.My pretend dad would say something nasty while he was getting drunker,my Mum would never let him off with any verbal attack.i would hear the smashing of plates and cups,and then I knew I would be called upon to take sides again.i dreaded this time in the fights the most,most of the time they both fell asleep after drinking heavily,so a lot of the time I could ignore the shouting by turning the volume up on my TV. There were some fantastically amazing moment in my childhood,but unfortunately they are outweighed by the bad times. You just have to get on with life and play the hand God has dealt you.That's my philosophy anyway.
Crashing and banging.
crashing and banging
trying my last nerve
arguments and their fights
i felt difficult to swerve.
involved me always
asked me to take a side
more often than not
i just chose to go and hide.
didn't want to get in the middle
of the inevitable storm
hid under my covers,
kept myself warm.
smashing and banging,
trying my last emotion
trying to ignore the shouting
and the awful commotion.
Feeling up and down.
Best way forward.
When parents fight,who's in the right?
Afterlife or like it.
now I'm married with kids,I can never imagine putting my kids through some of the childhood horrors I had to suffer,it would be wrong to do so,I could never forgive myself if I caused my wife or five girls so much as an ounce of pain.i could not live with myself. My Mum apologised lots of times for the things I had to witness,then she passed away.The step father didn't,I've never had so much as a sorry or anything else.But that's the sort of guy he is.I won't lose a minutes sleep thinking about him.i often think of the really good times I had with my Mum,she was a bit crazy.When I think of some of her antics,it brings a smile back on my face.She will no doubt be causing mischief in heaven to this day.