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My Hell

Life is hell for us With Social Workers and such They make me so angry I hate them so much Especially Noelle She makes me so mad When she leaves though I am crying and sad They accuse me of things I have never done She thinks I am abusive To my beautiful sons My boys are my life They always will be Without my boys There’s no reason to be They give us no help Just doubt and blame It seems to me They are playing games I feel lost and hopeless Frightened and scared They won’t admit they’re wrong They really don’t care They will not believe My hell all those years They don’t seem to care When I break down in tears All my fears and terror Bad feelings and pain Rise up inside me Again and again A life of bad memories Deep inside and repressed I’m so lost and alone Useless, depressed How do I prove What I say is true? When no one believes me What do I do? I feel so let down A criminal accused In a living nightmare Abandoned, confused All I wanted was help Love and support for my boys’ A decent life for us all With happiness and joy All the worry and stress Brings all my trauma back All the fear and terror When I’m under attack This is like hell I don’t know how to feel All I know is this Living nightmare is real When will it be over? When will they leave us alone? When will they stop Invading my home? I thought I had left Behind all my pain But now they have brought It all back again. So much for my new life Being happy and free But now I feel That’s not meant for me. That really hurts Makes me so sad What have I done to deserve A life this bad?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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