i was brought into this world in 1956,
But looking back in time it really makes me sick.

The termoil and pain, the suffering and the tears,
went on for me for years and years.

And still today heartbreaks one after another,
makes a person really stop & think is it worth the bother.

There are only 7 things in my life that keeps me going and that
is sad,
Those are god, my kids, mike,search for my best friend Orlean my cats, my niece Dorina and a
promise that I made to my dad.

Other then that I could give a damn less if I live or die,
cause ir goes wrong no matter how hard I try.

People always say "learn from your mistakes & don't let them happen
anymore",
People who tell me that I would like nothing more than to kick their ass
out my door.

I have survived sexual abuse, men treated me like shit, friends walking
on me,family shittin on me, and all for what?
So that I can set here and suffer even more while theri lives are
abundant.

Its sad but true, I feel alone and out of place in this world and it seems
I will die this way,
And as god is my witness I can not wait for that day.

I don't believe their is a purpose for everything and everyone,
because I was put here and what good have I done?

My life's been a mess from age 6 and still is to this day,
So the way I see it I was born to be this way.

No matter what I do or no matter what I say,
Its the same sarcastic crap I deal with each and everyday.

I can not seem to keep my head above the water or my heart from getting
mangled,
Its as if people think I am made of stone and can take being tangled.

I am stressed out so bad anymore that I really don't even care,
If God would take me now, I wouldn't mind I swear.

The people in my life who are left deserve more then me,
A shell of a person that once used to be.

The heartache, the sarrow, the suffering and pain,
is not at all worth it for there is nothing to gain.

My son has suffered enough careing for a disabled mom for years,
dealing with the pain, the struggles and the tears.

And Mike he deserves a women who can walk, love and give him what a man
his age should have and hold,
Not to do it all for me and not have a life of his own.

Basically what I am saying is I am sick of the crap, the pain and
the hell,
And I don't see no end to it but only time will tell.
by:Terri joanna Wright 2008
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