In a world of chaos and pain,
A child's innocence washed down the drain.
Mother's eyes haunted by a distant stare,
Lost in the grip of a drug's cruel snare.
Days filled with uncertainty and dread,
As the darkness crept into their childhood's bed.
No bedtime stories, no comforting embrace,
Just the echoes of a mother's fall from grace.
In the haze of addiction's cruel reign,
The child navigated a world insane.
Picking up the broken pieces each day,
In a life where shadows held sway.
Through tears and fears, they found their way,
A resilience growing stronger every day.
In the absence of a mother's care,
They learned to rise above despair.
Seeking solace in the whispers of the wind,
Finding comfort in the love within.
A spirit unbowed by the storm's fierce blow,
A beacon of hope in the darkest of woe.
So here's to the child who bore the weight,
Of a mother's struggle, a heavy fate.
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Poetry Of A Borderline
شِعرThis is a book filled with poetry about the everyday life of someone living with borderline personality disorder
