When i was a child i thought it was my fault she was the way she is,i thought i wasn't good enough for her,she made me feel i wasn't just the perfect one she wanted,as i got older it made me sick the way she was, i never had a chance to be a kid,never knew what it was like to have a "normal" mom,without the drugs,the pain,and feeling not good enough,I realized it wasn't me that had the problem,it was her..she couldn't handle the fact of life,she didn't know it hurts us to see her all messed up,everyday i wonder what it would be like to not have to put up with it,people don't know just how it feels to live a life this way,i hide the way i feel cause i don't want people to know,but deep inside I'm really crying,deep inside i wanna help,but you cant help someone who don't care about themselves, or their family.
