This poem is about mummy prison, relentlessness, change and deals by with sick kid and it never stops but sometimes I just want a break before I scream if I have to watch another octonauts. Some days as parenting goes is shit, it is not beautiful and sometimes it is OK to cry as a parent. The struggle is really and constantly battling the way though all this greyness.
Sometimes my soul is dead,
All it wants is something,
I aching to be entertained,
Instead it’s you walls I see again,
Day in day out,
I’m crying to get out.
I feel part of me is lost,
I need to get out,
Before I break into tiny pieces.
Is this meant to be like this,
Because no one tells you nothing,
It is so painful it is devastating,
Sometimes I just need to escape,
Before the walls cave in on me,
All you hear us me shout,
I want to get out.
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