"Save You"
By: Simple Plan
Take a breath
I pull myself together
Just another step till I reach the door
You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you
I wish that I could tell you something
To take it all away
Sometimes I wish I could save you
And there're so many things that I want you to know
I won't give up till it's over
If it takes you forever I want you to know
When I hear your voice
Its drowning in a whisper
It's just skin and bones
There's nothing left to take
And no matter what I do I can't make you feel better
If only I could find the answer
To help me understand
Sometimes I wish I could save you
And there're so many things that I want you to know
I wont give up till it's over
If it takes you forever I want you to know
That if you fall, stumble down
I'll pick you up off the ground
If you lose faith in you
I'll give you strength to pull through
Tell me you won't give up cause I'll be waiting if you fall
Oh you know I'll be there for you
If only I could find the answer
To take it all away
Sometimes I wish I could save you
And there're so many things that I want you to know
I wont give up till it's over
If it takes you forever I want you to know
I wish I could save you
I want you to know
I wish I could save you
Trying to save you,
Niki FM.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Day 69.
I've been feeling so detached lately.
I fill any alone time I've got with friends and my dog. I am afraid to be alone. My mind races to everything that could ever be bad and shitty, and then I end up crying and hating my life all over again.
My friends tell me that I'm the strongest person they know, that they would be an absolute mess if they were in my shoes. But I have a secret. I put up this front that I am okay with things, that my life is alright. I smile and nod and listen to their opinions or thoughts on the subject of my mother's terminal cancer prognosis. I offer an uplifting thought or even a story on how I think Papa(God) may just be tired of seeing her suffering and Jesus just wants to hang out with her in a place where she'll never feel any pain. I try to take comfort in the thought of her not having any pain, but my mind goes back to the thought of her never being in my life again.
I lied, people. I'm a fucking mess. I cry everyday. I'm SO mad at Papa. I thought He loved me. I thought He wanted my ultimate happiness. It's pretty shitty of Him to take away the one person in my life that IS my ultimate happiness. I shouldn't dwell on the fact that she won't be able to walk me down the aisle, or the fact that she won't see her first grandchild. It sucks.
Don't get me wrong, for a pessimist, I'm pretty optimist. In fact, despite all the shit that has happened in my life I seem pretty happy and bubbly and always ready for an adventure. But to watch her die? That's an adventure even a little too big for me.
I just want someone to grab me by the shoulders and look me in the eyes and say, "Nicole Elizabeth Kaiser, you WILL be okay. You WILL survive this, and your mother will always be with you. In the way the sun shines when it rains, in the way that Aaron sings the breathe song, in the way that you laugh, in the way you dream, and in the way you make people feel wanted and needed. She will always be with you." But this is asking too much of someone. This is my burden to bear.
I am afraid to let friends bear this burden, because I'm so protective of them. I love them SO much, that I would never in a million years want to lay my burden on them, just so they wouldn't have to feel the weight. Yes, they are always here for me, and to name a few that have been on my mind at the moment(Sammarco, Beuscher, Sonya, Brooke, Dav, Lion) I owe you my very world. You are always there for me at the drop of a hat and would even take a bullet to the brain for me. I love you all so very f*cking much. Seriously. All the amazing times we've had. I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Please forgive me for all these crazy thoughts rolling around in my head. I just have to get everything out. I should probably get a psychiatrist. He or she might be able to help me get over this whole situation. Forget my daddy issues...now I've got a whole new set of mommy issues.
Today was the first day of school. I was excited, but also a little sad knowing what the coming weeks and months would bring. Papa, please give me the strength to carry this burden.
I love you all.
I fill any alone time I've got with friends and my dog. I am afraid to be alone. My mind races to everything that could ever be bad and shitty, and then I end up crying and hating my life all over again.
My friends tell me that I'm the strongest person they know, that they would be an absolute mess if they were in my shoes. But I have a secret. I put up this front that I am okay with things, that my life is alright. I smile and nod and listen to their opinions or thoughts on the subject of my mother's terminal cancer prognosis. I offer an uplifting thought or even a story on how I think Papa(God) may just be tired of seeing her suffering and Jesus just wants to hang out with her in a place where she'll never feel any pain. I try to take comfort in the thought of her not having any pain, but my mind goes back to the thought of her never being in my life again.
I lied, people. I'm a fucking mess. I cry everyday. I'm SO mad at Papa. I thought He loved me. I thought He wanted my ultimate happiness. It's pretty shitty of Him to take away the one person in my life that IS my ultimate happiness. I shouldn't dwell on the fact that she won't be able to walk me down the aisle, or the fact that she won't see her first grandchild. It sucks.
Don't get me wrong, for a pessimist, I'm pretty optimist. In fact, despite all the shit that has happened in my life I seem pretty happy and bubbly and always ready for an adventure. But to watch her die? That's an adventure even a little too big for me.
I just want someone to grab me by the shoulders and look me in the eyes and say, "Nicole Elizabeth Kaiser, you WILL be okay. You WILL survive this, and your mother will always be with you. In the way the sun shines when it rains, in the way that Aaron sings the breathe song, in the way that you laugh, in the way you dream, and in the way you make people feel wanted and needed. She will always be with you." But this is asking too much of someone. This is my burden to bear.
I am afraid to let friends bear this burden, because I'm so protective of them. I love them SO much, that I would never in a million years want to lay my burden on them, just so they wouldn't have to feel the weight. Yes, they are always here for me, and to name a few that have been on my mind at the moment(Sammarco, Beuscher, Sonya, Brooke, Dav, Lion) I owe you my very world. You are always there for me at the drop of a hat and would even take a bullet to the brain for me. I love you all so very f*cking much. Seriously. All the amazing times we've had. I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Please forgive me for all these crazy thoughts rolling around in my head. I just have to get everything out. I should probably get a psychiatrist. He or she might be able to help me get over this whole situation. Forget my daddy issues...now I've got a whole new set of mommy issues.
Today was the first day of school. I was excited, but also a little sad knowing what the coming weeks and months would bring. Papa, please give me the strength to carry this burden.
I love you all.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Day 65.
I can feel myself slowly beginning to shut out the people closest to me. I feel like I'm imploding into the very cave I call a chest. As if my lungs were swallowing my organs from the inside out. Breathing is a chore. Not even ambien can keep The Great Sadness away. I am broken, and I'm not sure I will fully recover from this.
Here I go. Doing what I do best. If I shut out the reality of the world, I can't get hurt, right? If I build a fortress around my castle, nothing should get to it, right?
I can't live without my mom...
Suffocating from within,
Niki FM.
Here I go. Doing what I do best. If I shut out the reality of the world, I can't get hurt, right? If I build a fortress around my castle, nothing should get to it, right?
I can't live without my mom...
Suffocating from within,
Niki FM.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Day 59.
You told me today you found pop cans in my room. I haven't drank pop of any kind in three years because of my lap band.
I hate this. Fuck cancer.
Irritated,
Niki FM.
I hate this. Fuck cancer.
Irritated,
Niki FM.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Day 51.
Listening to Ludwig van Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata".
I'm afraid to close my eyes. All I see is an open casket. Mom lying inside, her face cold like cement, soul evacuated from body. No more sunshine in your chocolate brown eyes. No more perfectly straight smile that calm even the most deadly natural disasters within me. No more warmth. Only death. No more soothing voice to call my name when I need to hear it in that tone of voice that quiets my tears. No more laughter when I tell a joke that isn't even funny. No more French whispered in my ears as I sleep while you rock me back and forth, back and forth "I love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as you are living, my baby you'll be." No life. Only death.
I can't breathe anymore.
I've lost faith. I've lost Jesus. I've lost hope. The Great Sadness has won today's battle. I hate this. I hate everything about this.
You told Caroline to put away the candy that was being used next week. There was no candy. There was nothing.
You keep saying you're feeling fine, but you hallucinate and mumble and forget things. Simple things. Things that were said not five minutes ago.
I'm not sure if I am strong enough for this. Breathing is a chore. Living life like a normal human being is a chore.
I wanted you to walk me down the aisle. So did Caroline. We picked you, not Ray, not our real dad...YOU, mom.
What happens when I need you and you are no longer here to help? What then? Who am I supposed to go to?
Jesus, please take me home. In Jesus, I'm ready to come home. Take me home!
I love you Mommy, forever. I will always like you. As long as I am living, my mother you will be.
Broken and Teary-eyed,
Niki FM.
I'm afraid to close my eyes. All I see is an open casket. Mom lying inside, her face cold like cement, soul evacuated from body. No more sunshine in your chocolate brown eyes. No more perfectly straight smile that calm even the most deadly natural disasters within me. No more warmth. Only death. No more soothing voice to call my name when I need to hear it in that tone of voice that quiets my tears. No more laughter when I tell a joke that isn't even funny. No more French whispered in my ears as I sleep while you rock me back and forth, back and forth "I love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as you are living, my baby you'll be." No life. Only death.
I can't breathe anymore.
I've lost faith. I've lost Jesus. I've lost hope. The Great Sadness has won today's battle. I hate this. I hate everything about this.
You told Caroline to put away the candy that was being used next week. There was no candy. There was nothing.
You keep saying you're feeling fine, but you hallucinate and mumble and forget things. Simple things. Things that were said not five minutes ago.
I'm not sure if I am strong enough for this. Breathing is a chore. Living life like a normal human being is a chore.
I wanted you to walk me down the aisle. So did Caroline. We picked you, not Ray, not our real dad...YOU, mom.
What happens when I need you and you are no longer here to help? What then? Who am I supposed to go to?
Jesus, please take me home. In Jesus, I'm ready to come home. Take me home!
I love you Mommy, forever. I will always like you. As long as I am living, my mother you will be.
Broken and Teary-eyed,
Niki FM.
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