by Joyce Ross Nov 13, 2011
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
I am not who I use to be. I'm a mother, not a wife. I'm all alone inside myself. I'm a social out cast; An undesired flower. The people I love don't even want me I may look like you, Never can I stand within your shoes. If I could have you back. I would change all my ways. |