An evening hope and tears

i think we are too far over the edge to step back.

my nick on msn says - An evening of hope and tears.
well i had a chat with my mum last night.
and we thrashed out a whole of stuff
or rather she thrashed out the stuff,
i just sat and listen
and spoke not a word.

tho after hearing her out,
it doesnt make me feel any b e t t e r.
now i have a thousand and one questions
that require a lot of thinking
and some answers soon.

i am burdened at this moment is an understatement.
i am troubled too is an understatement as well.
i think i am at a loss of words to what i am now.

i think h _ m e is weird now.
we are all s t r a n g e r s.
its really the case of the left hand doesnt know what the right hand is doing
actually i dont think that the left hand even knows that the right hand is missing

just a while more,
this f _ m i _ y, i have will no longer be whole.
there will a huge gaping hole
and no amount of tears and pleas will glue us back.

we have gone too far away
too near the edge to step back.
its crumbling
and i wonder if it is all for the best?

could a broken toy,
a gaping hole,
be good for anyone?
can that even be considered a blessing in disguise?

can it?