Again here I am stuck.
but its something that I'm fixin,
I know I'm far from perfect,
cause I struggle with addiction.
You never really mean,
to hurt the ones you love.
And when I struggle out of being,
I send my pain to the above.
Maybe losing momma,
made my life turn and twist.
Every time I think of her,
I clench my hands into a fist.
I know her suffering started,
When she was just a little girl.
Such a powerful soul
that was brought into this world.
She never got the love
That she really did deserve.
From Tippyy toes
to the heels of her tired feet,
Addiction is something,
That not everyone can beat.
Wet bandaid on a bullet wound,
Is Something that I Would say,
All she really wanted,
Was for the pain to stay away.
At just 15,
heroin had became her king,
She had no idea,
the chaos he would bring.
At his will she chose to serve.......
Did she really have a chance,
For the life that she deserved?
My momma was my queen,
Even if she couldnt keep her word.
I know her soul has went to heaven
2016, Early Mornin October 3rd....
  I smoke cigarettes like its my only...