I Hate My Life With Out You
A Girl Just Needs Her Mom
Sometimes I hate my life
Sometimes I hate being a wife
Sometimes I can not break free
Sometimes I feel so weak
Sometimes I call out for you,
Then I realize you are not here
Where are you when I fall?
Sometimes I feel like
You do not even hear my call
Do you even hear me at all?
Sometimes I feel so lost
Every thing I have has come with a cost
Sometimes I feel like I have really failed
Sometimes I feel like I can not go on,
I wish you were never gone
I wish you were still here with me
About the Creator
Amanda J Mollett
First, and foremost I am a mom…always . I am a proud mom of a graduate & artist. I am a author/writer and a journalist. I have multiple certificates in journalism and various writing certificates such as novel writing and creative writing.
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