Every night a living fight.
You always believe that you know just what is right.
Miss mouth is the name I gave when it began that night, but now I wish I could take it back because they are surely following shortly behind.
How do train you better than this when lip is all I get as the mouth keeps leading ahead. It’s like your ears have been lost behind and they just don’t mind. It is me feeling the anger alas. Years feeling useless and left in the past, tears constantly filling my eyes.
I feel as if moms words don’t stand or mean one thing and it is just a sound that I help my mouth to make.
Every night is all the same and all I can do is feel walked over, burned, drained and ready to cry. Every night is a living fight until I finally get you sound in bed sleeping thru the night.