I lost an eight year old,
I don't know where
He is but I'm pretty
Sure he's gone
For good,
Thank God for that small mercy!
He drove me mad
Controlling my ****** life,
Rude and selfish little ****
Unbearable little ****
I still have a hurting
Babe in arms though,
Weeping in his pain,
But he is healing fast
As I hold him to my heart
And tell him from
My adult self
That it's okay now,
He is much loved,
And all will indeed
Be well.
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 3:35 AM UTC
I lost an eight year old,
I don't know where
He is but I'm pretty
Sure he's gone
For good,
Thank God for that small mercy!
He drove me mad
Controlling my ****** life,
Rude and selfish little ****
Unbearable little ****
I still have a hurting
Babe in arms though,
Weeping in his pain,
But he is healing fast
As I hold him to my heart
And tell him from
My adult self
That it's okay now,
He is much loved,
And all will indeed
Be well.
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