love, hurt, pain

The love that i give is as pure as the blood that runs through my veins.
Just as sure as the vines that hang from the tree\\\'s in the forest.
My heartbeat is like an s.o.s but i wonder is there any room for us.
To learn, and then grow, ultimately lifting ourselves up.
No longer trapped by our fear, because these are the horrible things that have kept us here.
Sometimes I may joke around and even cause you to laugh.
These things that I speak about are my life if only you knew the half.
I\\\'m trying to break through to you to get you to see me for who I am.
Shedding tears and trading war stories was never in my plan.
Paying it forward to buy a better me, no longer living on the barter system I\\\'m doing all that I can.
See I\\\'m only one woman doing only what I can.
Never again will I ask for handouts, never again will I feel that I need a man.
Taking in all of this pain I wish someone would\'ve told it would hurt like this.
Picking up the pieces that are now considered my life.
Trying not to remember these drastic things that once were things that happened to me.
So horrible and unthinkable that at the time it brought me to my knee\\\'s.
Never was a religious person but on this day I begged GOD please.
These feelings of anger, hurt, and remorse to please take away from me.