My dear children don’t bother coming to pray or mourn
Whether it’s the hottest sunset or frosted dawn
You were supposed to be my kids and help my struggle
Living with dementia made life a puzzle
Throughout all my senior life you were never there
When inheritance was involved you seemed to care
You couldn’t shed a tear, not one to spare
For your own mother who raised you with love and care
What selfish sons you were
Knowing my condition it didn’t occur
You just left me in a rocking chair
To writher away and die in despair
Although you are still my only love
I’m a blessed angel who watches from above
I’m the milky clouds that blow
I’m the diamond glints in the snow
I’m in each drop of rain
And in every ounce of pain
Let her go
She’ll walk these corridors that you know
Bleeding to death unbeknown
Physically or mentally?
I do not know
But I know she suffers
But will not show
Leave her to writher
Leave her to go
It’s too much agony
Too much pain
She will not heal
She will not gain
Just let her go she can’t be helped
She’s too scared of shame
She’s in too much despairing pain
Paracetamol, cannabis, ibrobrufen?
I have no idea, I do not know
Just listen to me
And let her go
Needles, razors, knives or pins
I have no idea, I do not know
Like I said
Just let her go!
Searching for these words inside my head
To tell you how I feel
I'm done with you
It's hard to have to tell you no
But after everything I've been thru
You didn't give me a chance
After all I gave you
I've found
The words inside my head
Words inside my head
They can keep me going thru this day
And can make me end it
End my life
With one simple pass of a blade
I could let it all go
I could go to somewhere know I belong
But I won't
Thanks to
These words inside my head
I can't help what I do or say
My heart controls my mind
And my mind controls my heart
I feel what I think I'm suppose to
I think what I feel I'm suppose to
Life is so confusing
Words, writher or not they are said by us
Or other people
Are the one soul thing that can controls us
So that makes the words inside my head
Even more powerful
Why you’re writhing will,
Mate your youthful wings,
Through younger sway,
Would think there you,
Writher yet.
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