Heart Broken

As I watch them sneak into the room early in the morning, they take my roommates child from her. My heart is broken into so many pieces for I know from experience what she is going through. I am at a loss of words. I lay here in bed silently crying, watching them pack the little girls stuff into trash bags. As I lay there watching them, it brings back flashbacks. Flashbacks to the day that changed my life. For my heart was broken the day they took my little girl from my arms and told me that I no longer had any rights. A broken heart that no one can mend. The loss of a child to the system for things that you later wish you would have never done is so hard. Tears stroll down my face as I watch them take her little girl for even though she is not mine, my heart goes out to her. It feels as if a piece of me has been taken all over again. For my heart has been broken as they take my roommates child away from her in the early hours of the day.