Mother, wife, friend.
I give undying til the very end.
Care for others keeps me going.
While killing myself slowly, unknowing.
Two out of three ain't bad.
For I am a ****** good mother and friend.
My role as wife has been reduced
To that of "friend."
Dinners made, love shared, dreams pondered,
All gone with the wind.
Who am I after all is said and done?
Mother.
Friend.
Failed wife.
Blame is tossed on me like flies on ****.
For it is easier that way.