Monday, September 20, 2010

Getting Out of St. Louis

I miss my kids
I miss my home
Why must I be here?
So utterly alone....
I miss my Mom
I miss my Dad
How did I turn into this?
When did I get so bad?
I miss my school
I miss my job
I've broken down
I sob and sob
I miss real food
I miss my bed
Would anyone care
If I was found dead?
I miss my family
I miss my friends
But like all good things
It eventually ends
I miss my independence
I miss being in control
I want it all back
Getting out is my goal


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