For it was worth noting I wrote my sorrow down.
She attacked me and still I was the one kicked around.
He said the court made a mistake on the order I got.
I spoke of the smell of this act and compared to rot.
To the streats I went with twenty plus years lost.
After years of asking for help I found the true cost.
Now the rumors started to spread it was addiction.
Ignoring my pain and poverty to worsen the afliction.
I had nearly froze to death and went for help DHS
They said sleep at the laundry mat to cover the mess.
I tried everywhere my own family blocked my call.
Starvation and sleeping in my car through fall.
Winter came and I was bouncing around.
Theft and betrayal from friends I found.
Back to the street and drugs were plenty.
All of the rumors had my life empty.
I went back after twenty five years clean.
Lucky for me I was no longer as mean.
I still had a lot more restraint then I did before.
Knowing just when to shut...