This Is Your Voice

Lost

I hear the pitter-patter, of the rain, as i watch my world around me shatter, hit against the window-pane, i see a reflection through the window looking back at me, and i start to wonder who she could be.

Why won't people talk to me? What is it that they can see, that makes them feel so crossed, and leaves me feeling lost.

Family get tired of seeing me, as they often have to repeat, every word that they will tell me, just so i can understand what they mean, i sometimes forget the daily tasks, and that's when things become hard, having to rely on others, when they keep on reminding me that i'm a brilliant mother, yet i feel as if i'm no use, and feel as if i'm suffering from constant pain and abuse.

I hope these words, that i tell you, can provide some kind of comfort, and not leave you feeling so blue, remember that you're not alone, in your home, and people are there to support you, through everything that you have to go through, and one day you will regain new strength, so that the time you have can continue to grow in length.