Understanding this world alone

I've said all there is left to be said,
How I cried myself to sleep in bed.
How I've lost the trust of love,
And how I stopped looking at the sky above.
How I stopped enjoying the waves of the ocean,
How I wished I'd throw myself over the mountains.
How the knife lost its sharp edge,
And nomore enjoying the pain I had once fed.
There is nomore tricking me that everything is fine,
I'd have to believe it and see it with my own eyes.
Stop holding me down and let me go,
Let me understand this world alone!

(To my mother in 2007) there is always a story behind every poem,but it sometimes may not tell the whole story. My poems have always been in bits and pieces. But all my poems together in one tell the full story.