Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. Describe the ghosts that live in this house: Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic
My SON passed away from Methadone, methadone that came from you alone. I hold YOU responsible, complete and utter blame. You didn’t have to do it, sell Your drugs You get for pain. You didn’t have to do it why didn’t You send him away? For the Money I suppose. Look at the price that’s been paid, for I’ve laid my SON to rest. Now it’s me that’s oh so suffering the pain it never rests. My way is now so lonely, a piece of me is lost. Tears they are my company every single day, You took away my sunshine, I now only live in grey.
Just another, a daughter, grand daughter, sister, wife, and a mother.
Heart shattered to pieces, left with tons of EMPTY spaces.
Done by another, some ones daughter, grand daughter, sister, wife, and a mother.
And she leaves me to live in the shards, wait for the scabs to turn into scars.