Stolen Life

Leave me out with the waste this is not what i do,its the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you,leave me drowning in my tears,i destroyed you because i couldnt accept my fears,you were my beggining and now your my end,my litttle ball of life,heaven sent,i should of tried then you wouldnt survive,murdering a little lost soul,now im digging deeper into a big black hole,if i had a time machine,id go back just to see that little piece of me,id change the right from the wrong,id have him gone,it would be just me and you,and youd be everything i knew,id give anything to have my treasure back,i feel constantly under attack,with the life i lost,and grief at this cost,if only i knew what i did then,maybe my life wouldnt have to end,maybe i wouldnt drown myself in bottles of rum,maybe this life wouldnt be so glum,maybe i wouldnt be living this way,one last thing left to say,never create a life like mine is,would you really want all this? When you could have a new life to begin,instead of living in sin,i just want back what i stole,for my price to pay is my rotting soul.
Lannabells Lannabells
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2 Responses Sep 20, 2012

Look up Rachel's Vineyard's retreats. I just went to one and while it doesn't completely stop the pain, it does provide you a safe place to grieve and mourn your child and work through the pain. It is run by women who have had one themselves and have come to a place of healing. I feel for you so much sweet girl and I know exactly how you feel and how painful the hurt is. If you ever need someone to talk to, please message me.

Perhaps we can help each other this is exactly how I feel