My Mother wrote this:
This is me too many things I’ve
seen,
For a time from drugs and alcohol
I was clean.
Right now I feel like a tornado that
Destroys everything in its path,
Most people have never felt my
Wrath.
I can be a force to be reckoned
With,
Showing fake emotions that are
So stiff.
Life isn’t fun my heart is damaged
Beyond repair,
Sometimes life just isn’t fair.
Loosing everything doesn’t really
Matter at all,
What you ask created my downward
Fall.
Three children I love so dear,
Hurting them was my greatest
Fear.
No one can save me I just don’t
Think so,
Too far gone my demons they do
Not know.
Time is very precious no one can
Seem to spare,
True friends always at your side
Are rare.
Looking at the sky I wonder
When will it all end,
Does God know will an angel
For me he send?
Why do people say they understand,
Their words are just plain bland.
How can you know what I’m
Going through,
I am me not you.
Can’t you see I’m slowly dying
Inside,
Begging God for a way out many
Times I’ve cried.
It’s too late for me there’s no
Escape,
Memories haunt me everyday like
A rewinding tape.
“Dedicated to: my family who thought I was an unfit Mother”
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