"Lullabye" by Billy Joel is by far my favorite song ever. But that line always gets me. "Good night my angel now it's time to dream, and dream how wonderful your life will be..." No one dreams of the shit I'm going through. Sorry to sound melodramatic but I don't feel like going into details. I nearly cut myself or did something worse today, so I'm staying with Jim and Vicky tonight. Had to leave the situation.
When you make your child feel like a trash bag and a list and a nuisance, is it any wonder why they want to kill themselves? I wish these thoughts would go away.
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