Beacon in the sky
  Shining bright in
      The darkness of night.
          A guiding light to me home.
           Never fade. Navigational aid in
            Centuries past. Beautiful light
              Forever last

She was so lovely but then she changed.
The cards her life dealt her made her deranged.
But it wasn’t the drugs that transformed her at all,
it was the pain and trauma that pushed her to fall.

Obsessions,
They either end or you do.
And sometimes it's called love.

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s 4:03am
but the ghosts of her past are catching up again.
She wants to forgive herself for the mistakes that she’s made,
but she’s her own worst critic and she thinks of all those she may have betrayed.
Tonight her sadness is her blanket and guilt is her insomnia keeping her awake,
and her tears are drowning her; she’s breaking down, there is unfortunately no mistake.