My Mother wrote this:
This is me too many things I’ve
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
I can be a force to be reckoned
Showing fake emotions that are
Life isn’t fun my heart is damaged
Sometimes life just isn’t fair.
Loosing everything doesn’t really
Matter at all,
What you ask created my downward
Three children I love so dear,
Hurting them was my greatest
No one can save me I just don’t
Too far gone my demons they do
Time is very precious no one can
Seem to spare,
True friends always at your side
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
I am me not you.
Can’t you see I’m slowly dying
Begging God for a way out many
Times I’ve cried.
It’s too late for me there’s no
Memories haunt me everyday like
A rewinding tape.
“Dedicated to: my family who thought I was an unfit Mother”