Indignant
Indignant am I
My Life on the Line
Through self inflections of my
Dope sick addictions
Raping my soul
Unable to recover
Failure as a mother
Spinning out of control
No place to go
No one to hold
As an abuser
I have no hope for the future
Needing a hand
But I have not a friend
My hateful demise has pushed them aside
Ashamed of my choices
Ridiled with guilt
My children at risk
Hurt and broken
Loving me still
Oh, what I give to be free from of all my ill's
For the Love of God to find his way
Back to this dope sick mother
Desperation of his blessings
To be forgiving
For I am his child, and I need him to come into my life.
For I am not ready to die
Just to recover
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