My Ball and Chain
When you hurt so much inside with pain
You carry around a type of ball and chain
It reminds you of everything in the past
Like reading the Moon’s weather forecast
Nothing bright or special childhood time
No one wants to listen to hurt it’s all mine
I was scared from the inside out as I shout
Can it end I’m to hurt so here’s another clout
Some carry around a book or a lovely bag
For me it’s my ball and chain that I must drag
This want I need to get rid of it and be free
Can anyone understand, please just let me be
I struggle so much with pain of every kind,
I know it’s not me that’s going out my mind
My body is ripped apart including my heart
I am sure that was the intention from the start
My ball and chain grows as a sad reminder
did they not love me surely that's much kinder
Instead they gave me torture to carry inside me
It’s heavy and it hurts why can’t anyone see.
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