He doesn’t understand how much it tears me apart
He doesn’t the pain he puts upon me
the weight he causes
how much he makes me cry
I am not hurting him but he must always hurt me
My life consists of raising our kids and being an adult
while he works and then does all his childs play
I rarely ever see him and when he calls it is only to herass and start with me
Though to him I’m a slut
yet to me I am spending my entire life raising the kids and being a mom
unlike him who is on his computer all day or sleeping to keep me away
Where is the love and trust in this pain
I dont see it unless I am just laime
not one nice word always pain and hurt
not my idea of love
though he doesn’t see my tears that I cry
if he does it’s always…you damn cry baby get some medication for your bi polar cause I am sure that you have it
Hell it may even be schitzo of crazy women of more than one personality
you bitch you are no good to me or noone
Is it just me or am I laime
I just don’t see a world of fame or love in this life filled picture frame
I guess eight years, three kids never meant a thing and it’s a lost hope that just needs to somehow die and dround
Sigh
well I don’t know
I am not to shame
I made mistakes in the beginning like anyone could
but I faced front to them and kept going
he shunned me and held me tied to lies
leaving me breaking down and crying not once but all of the times
Where is the love I don’t see it there
build me a new picture with a new frame and maybe then I will but I highly doubt as life around you has showed that all out
Why doesn’t he see how much I cry
