​From Behind Closed Doors

Who am I though?

People swear that I’m some kind of horrible

Worthless

Disappointment

And they’re right

I’m not going to lie

Being a sick mother is hard

Mom’s don’t get sick

That’s not the way things should be

Mom’s the caregiver

She’s the heartbeat and warmth resonating inside the home

Something in me broke

Shattered my dreams

Stole my reasons for living

In what kind of world is this ok?

Is that why Dad doesn’t talk to me

Disappointment clouding every thought of me

Yeah, Dad, so am I

Isn’t there something in the Bible about this?

I’m asking for any help

I guess God’s got something else in store

Just you wait and see what He’s got for me

I believe

Believe with me?

~Pixi