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Distressing Sometimes when things
are not so good
I try to block them off
the things she sees
maybe I could make her my loss
I lay here now
and think of the past
I begin to get real sad
I asked her how
she didn't make it last
with all of what we had
Now as time moves on
I'm somewhere else
but don't know where I am
the things she's done
to me has failed
now I'm in this trance
She's not as broken
as to me
of which she is herself
now I've spoken
that when she left
she still will need some help
As I sat there on the curb
with nothing except my soul
I felt as low as a piece of dirt
In which she has already blown
So now she is not in my life
And she can have all the drugs she wants
If only once she would have tried
she could have been a mom to us
As I sat there on the curb
with nothing except my soul
I felt as low as a piece of dirt
In which she has already blown
i like how the whole poem flows like this, a piece of sand sitting in your hand, and someone comes along and blows it all away. i know how you feel about parents never being there for you because they choose drugs or (in my case) alcohol and just leave you to fend for yourself. sometimes parents are assholes. but it makes you who you are