Love & Sacrifice

If Love is no More!!

• You keep on trying and hoping for the best,
• Even say good buy the the rest,
• Family, friends and all the best,
• But in you’re heart you no,
• Nothing will make you rest,

• Things would never be the same,
• And you must stand up and face the shame,
• Everybody wish for a Fairytale life,
• Instead I received the knife,

• Inside you feel so dead and alone,
• You feel betrayed by your own,
• Looking back in Memory lane,
• You only see all the pain,

• All these years you provide,
• Now it’s his turn to be at you’re side,
• Instead he will pick a fight,
• Only now I can see the real light,
• He’ll never be the man to do you right,
• He’ll rather make you’re life a living hell out of spite,

• I’m not allowed to walk to the shop;
• I’m not allowed to chat to a friend for a while,
• I’m not allowed to drive my own car,
• I’m not allowed to stand up for myself,
• I’m not allowed to be apart of his fun, while him and his friends still carrying on,
• I’m not allowed to look out the window, but everything must be clean thou,

• When I open my mouth,
• He will brake or create a story to accuse me of his mistakes, even go so far and hurt
• only the dearest to my heart,
• Just to get he’s way and what he wants.

• When I cry he will look at my face.
• And start laughing until I plate to his grace,
• Why, why, why – cant carry on PLEASE,
• Why didn’t he leave?
• He already told me I’m taking his freedom,
• Why stay with me then,

• Silence is golden,
• Every night the same “HOLDEM”,
• I gave him everything I’ve got,
• Maybe for him its not a lot,
• He’s still going his own way,
• Don’t care about my day,
• The emptiness is killing me inside,
• The last that is still alive, what a joy ride!

• “YES” a lot of woman stand up and carry on,
• But I’m scarred to do my Son wrong,
• I grew up without a Dad and believe me,
• You really do feel sad,

• Until my Son can see to himself,
• I’ll try to be the least and try to be myself,
• The Emptiness is not so bad,
• Only the Loneliness is scarred,
• I’ll rather be bagged,
• And go and stay with my dear old Dad,

Up above no more tears no more sorrow no more hate,  I hope he doesn’t realize what is life all about to late….

• I’m thankful that God,
• Found me deserving enough,
• To present my Son such a precious,
• Gift of Love….

• Dear Lord I really do care and was patient,
• But dear Lord you no what is the situation,
• I’m not UN-grateful for what I’ve got,
• But not be the person whom I am is taking a lot,
• And to be scarred everyday,
• Is not for me the right way…..

So Dear Lord forgive me if I say, I will tell you everything one day……

Thank you

Linda Lubbe