Pain
To wake up is pain.
Divorce is not the only strain.
Depression, anxiety, it hits me like a train.
Bankruptcy, torture, is this all fun and games?
All I see and hear is her name.
Once my mom, my friend, I see now how this will end.
She send us on our way, as her new kids call her name.
I will not bend or break.
This wall I put up brings me shame.
I will spend the rest of my life tending to this pain.
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