Treasure Island

Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams

(30/11/1994 / Birmingham)

Victoria Elizabeth Smith (30th September 2011,10.43pm)


I held my breath and opened my eyes to look into the mirror.
I was scared, it was the first time doing this since you left.
I didn't look right, I didn't look like any kind of winner.
It was look the light from my eyes and soul had also left.
It wasn't that surprising. I just lost my kin.

I couldn't cry when you went away.
Had to keep all those emotions at bay.
I had to stay strong, everyone else needed me today.
Though seeing you there, the way you lay…
My heart broke, in every single type of way.

My breathing stopped, I plainly just forgot how.
The tears fell and my strong exterior fell to pieces.
I promised myself I wouldn't, but wow.
It happened so fast, I didn't even have time to catch the pieces.

You were the guiding light I grew up with.
You were the angel I depended on.
I took you for granted, so God took away all that he did give.

But it's not all tears, Nan, as there is one thing I've come to realize.
I still have your eyes..

Nothing has been right since you left.
Can't find the will to do anything, so I've ended up mostly alone
Don't feel like being my best..
What is that anyway? I'm not all that good. I've felt so…On my own.

Where are you?
Can you even hear me any more?
I used to love it when I was you baby to tickle and coo.
God took you, and..atleast for me, closed that door.

You forgive me, right?
You taught me so much, but I think I've lost the will to fight.

Night night Nanny. Sweet dreams.

Submitted: Saturday, October 06, 2012
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013
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  • Bri Edwards (9/27/2013 12:49:00 PM)

    I used to love it when I was you baby to tickle and coo.
    God took you, and..atleast for me, closed that door......your? baby/ at least, not atleast?

    i liked left/left and pieces/pieces and i liked the rhyming. i liked the story and your telling of it. it sounds like you are/were about to kill yourself, or are/were at least depressed. if this is a true story, i hope things are looking brighter in your life now. either way, i score it a good. thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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