Paused

Manipulations runs through my son's veins At an early age the disease caught him After the divorce we were stuck with a curse He had an addiction to making me suffer Getting his way was the only option we had Violent outburst, deception, abuse and more Total distruction and chaos was the life I lived He was happy only if he gained something I tried to seek help but it only made things worse They turned it on me and my son ran with it Still I tried everything that I possibly could He turned people against me that I loved I went to church every Sunday and prayed a lot But no avail, the Devil won and took my son 12 years old he left to live with his grandma Where he rules that house with disrespect Because "he's just a child" I wasn't a bad mom that he made me out to be He had a great life and never had to want I taught him about the less forunate He once was a little boy that used to donate A complete gentleman that was so much help Who used to have movie dates with his momma Loved to cook, draw and write little books His favorite was to cuddle and have 'sleepovers' Where he would sleep in my bedroom with me But now I sleep with tears on pillow Cuddling with depression and apart of me gone While he continues to rack up whatever he wants Still enjoying making me suffer Where my life is paused until he returns And if he does- I hope i'm alive to see it