It hurts so much to be me. I hate myself. I wish that I could just die. I wish that there was somewhere I could go to escape the pain.
I want to cut myself, to give me some physical pain which would be less than the emotional pain. I want to end the unbearable pain of being "In Exile."
Oh, that it could have been me that died, instead of my son. Why was I the one holding him and not he holding me when the last breath was taken? Why did a father bury a son and not a son, a father?
Why can't here be a place in the sky with green grass and clear streams, where you can find rest and shade beneath a tree? Where birds sing and it's OK to be happy?
Why much this be so hard? Why was I born into craziness? Where fathers beat boys for imaginary wrongs and mothers zone out on prozac and try to kill themselves?
You can't go through this without become crazy yourself.
But why was I so foolish to thing that I could have children of my own? Will they become crazy like their father?
My niece was just discharged. A non-fatal dose, but serious enough for a ride to the Emergency Room and a stay in Teen Psych Ward.
Will my children wind up there? Am I a monster who ruins each person I touch?
It hurts so much to be me. I want nothing more than to fade away
I want to cut myself, to give me some physical pain which would be less than the emotional pain. I want to end the unbearable pain of being "In Exile."
Oh, that it could have been me that died, instead of my son. Why was I the one holding him and not he holding me when the last breath was taken? Why did a father bury a son and not a son, a father?
Why can't here be a place in the sky with green grass and clear streams, where you can find rest and shade beneath a tree? Where birds sing and it's OK to be happy?
Why much this be so hard? Why was I born into craziness? Where fathers beat boys for imaginary wrongs and mothers zone out on prozac and try to kill themselves?
You can't go through this without become crazy yourself.
But why was I so foolish to thing that I could have children of my own? Will they become crazy like their father?
My niece was just discharged. A non-fatal dose, but serious enough for a ride to the Emergency Room and a stay in Teen Psych Ward.
Will my children wind up there? Am I a monster who ruins each person I touch?
It hurts so much to be me. I want nothing more than to fade away