If you are homeless, then you are lazy they say.
Taking from others, get rich now, cause you'll just lay to waste.
Worthless feelings, and dark thoughts just arise.
Is it worth this hell, just being alive?
Was being manipulated worth all of the hate?
Was being abused worth more food on the plate?
Was being controlled worth a place to call home?
Was Being told lies worth being alone?
I'm surrounded by love, but true hell as well.
I'm filled up with doubts but can't really tell.
Have I come farther now from just getting away
Or have I sunk even further and just becoming a waste.
Was taking a stand worth the aches that I feel?
Was taking the chance worth this bad deal?
Was leaving my kids, for their safety, into the care of others,
Make me loving parent, to care, or just a really bad mother?
I don't know where to go or how to deal with where I'm At
I feel like no matter where I've gone, I always go back,
to that place of hell, manipulation, and strife.
Is all of it worth this hell... just