You lost me years ago
And so I let go
You are my sickness that slowly seeps in my brain with each spoken word
A disease that spreads throughout my body
What about you?
It's always about you
What about me?
Why can't you just see what you are doing to me?
I just hope your traits are not genetic
I don't want to spread this disease any further
Death is the only antidote
Lost Me Years Ago
I would enfold the author of such razor sharp words dropping from such deep wounds, let it all out. It feels so raw this is not created but experienced. Break the ties, heal the wounds. I...
Mom
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2006 with permission of the Author.
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