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My hearts broken like puzzle pieces i try to
paste together the wounded ruff edges.
I cant do it by myself.
I feel so alone & cold inside where my soul
is suppose to be,i feel voided & weak.
When i feel my breath fading like i can't go on
& i start to panic,i get on my knees & i pray!
I cry & plead for God to lay his hands on me
& wrap me in his wings!
Show me its gone be alright guide me through
this storm ,with time this will pass..
Sometimes i don't pray,instead I break down
in pieces,like parts of me are fallen damaged
raindrops! evaporating in the ground,pieces of me
i can never get back..
When that feeling comes over me i try to be strong
i try to release my emotions..
Like a bird i want to be free from this misery & pain.
When i feel empty inside like i have no one!
I pray please help me through this depression!
hold me while i grieve,until i feel i'm able to breath.
That's all a mother can do while shes Trying to cope
without her babes!

I try to drink away my sorrow but all it is,is a
temporary remedie,it don't demolish anything.
I'll always hurt & the memories of my kids being
robbed from me will always linger.
I will always hold the bond i had with them like
wet clothes on a hanger.
I'm emotionally bleeding through every part
of my being! i just need a healing.
I'm blessed every time i can see another day through this!
it ain't easy Trying to convince myself, the devils a lier
& suicide ain't the answer,its a plane crash straight
pass heaven in to hell.
I express my pain in the form of photographs.
I release my wrath in poetic ways!
I dance until i sweat & my body aces from the
movements, that's all i can do at the moment ..
All i can hold onto is the i wuboo's of my sons
broken speech,which is fine with me!at least he was
able 2 say that much to me..
Its hard sometimes playing the video of him on
my cell phone repeatedly,until the battery is gone!
its like i'm going crazy my thoughts wont stop
running. I just want to scream..

They say he coming home in three months!
my hopes i'm not getting up because if they lieing,
i wont be able to hold on to my sanity..
I will simply fucking snap & lose it mentally.
I try to not think negative hoping that what they say
ain't fake, i pray its real.
I'll believe it when i see it when i no longer wake
up to his absent presence.
When i can wake up to the feeling of his kisses
on my cheek again & make him breakfast.
When i can feel like a mother to him again i will
feel a relief, to a certain extent.
My daughter will never be forgotten its hard
with out one but with out two,i feel like
a rotten corpse!
I cant imagine a life with out my kids its like
a knife to my throat cutting me deep..
I want my son back that's the only remedie
to my pain!
I'm Trying to stay strong but its hard.
No one can imagine how i feel & i'm tired
of Trying 2 explain..