I don’t think
I was born BAD
A beautiful little kid
Who became very sad
Born into the disease
Of alcoholism and blame
Filled with sorrow and guilt
Regret and shame.
A pit of emptiness
Harbouring endless pain
Drinking away sorrows
For future horrors
A numbed out peace
Of mindless release
An endless task
A hole to vast
The poor me’s – I’d weave
With a need to deceive
I have worn a mask
And fooled ME with the look
You’ll never know
The toll it that took
God grant me the freedom
To PLEASE take it off
For it hides what’s inside
And it’s starting to rot.
Allow me the strength
To look in your eye
With my face naked
Held up to the sky
Show me the truth
What you need me to heal
God grant me the courage
Just to be real
Please hold my hand
I never want to be ALONE again
I’m ready when you are
Just say when.
By Lorelie Rozzano.
elisabethv92
I absolutely love this and can definitely relate. Thank you for posting.
Lorelie
Thanks Elisabeth!