Adoption
Why didn’t my biological mother look for me? After 20 years?
Is it because I look like him? Yeah him,
The one that took your love, the one that lied to you,
The one that hooked up with you at that party that one night?
The one that you probably did drugs with?
You couldn’t keep me for a year or two?
Cant understand, wont understand, to negligent to listen, not old enough to know?
Not fully understanding till this? But you don’t understand all the hell I been through!
Now all these people I am with are all foreign to me. Because of you I hit that wall of depression that made me suicidal.
That made me put the gun to my head and the cold knife to my warm throat.
The only thing that helped me was the fact that God was and is there to help me and guide me, to let me know there is a hope and a future.
This is a test for me. I will make it, I am a survivor and I will survive. Thank you.
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