mbeetlebug: I have known the knives deep in my belly, the poison traveling to my soul. I scream Only the scream of a mother, when she loses a child. Life led and changed to pain. I strayed from reality, Off I went alone, to the woods, getting high, for I could not bear life's Darkness, it was choking me. Those screams for my child...haunted me. I drove for hours, no thoughts other than, Why not me? Why not me? The harshness of life as it can be, haunting me, timeless, drowning me, too many losses. Today, the screams of wanting have quieted to tears, burning my face, and I can still see my baby's face... Time heals, time heals... |
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