A Place Called Hell

They tell me to just hold on, everything will be ok
But all i can think is that they've never had to live in this place
What they call my ''home sweet home''
I call hell
This is a place where ill never have the chance to be myself
Im stuck in a world where everyone around me thinks they're perfect,
like theres no wrong to anything they do
So i just try to tune them out
I stuff myself inside this little box where only me and my son can fit
No one can see past my smiles and laughter to this pain im feeling inside
Its like on the outside im all happy and smilen'
But on the inside im screaming for help,
but no one can hear me
Im stuck in this world all alone 
this place aint reality i just want to go home
Im just waiting for the day where i dont have to wait ne more
And when it gets here i swear ima RUN out that  door
With my son on my hip and bags in my hands
And i promise you 
these people will NEVER see me again
They've pushed me to the very end
I hate the thought of being here for 2 more years
But all i can do is cry these unstoppable tears
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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August 4, 2008 at 5:54 AM
Good Morning Rebecca - If you wish to post my poem thats fine with me - If you would you could mention that it is a poem out of my first book "The Heart of an Addict" that can be found on line at LuLu, Amazon, Barns and Noble. I use the proceeds to by copies and donate them to the Prisons,jails, rehabs etc. Your poetry reflects a lot of pain like mine used to - Stay in touch
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