Give these moments back to me
Maxwell this woman’s work

At least I got to see my belly grow with a daughter I never knew I would never know (one split second rubbing it and saying almost 5 months)
A memory that was taken from me
My parents didn’t call law, they called psychiatry
I never knew it would become every piece to me or make me some type of public enemy
First steps, words, school… did she dance too?
And all the questions they won’t let me ask of you
It hurts true to my soul sliced not knowing what you fought thru
Not knowing what time would do
Chasing them faces or how they would change the places too
A life that was all fake, I wasn’t real like Barbie, 2
Got scared like save the last dance did
But back then I never understood my bid so I didn’t know why
Id do anything but lie
I still have my last cry
Stepping to him, maybe I was wrong
But they can’t act like they know me or what’s best for me from just reading some songs
You can’t give these moments or memories back to me
Nobody can…
I’ve never felt the warmth of a hug from my own child
Trying to take heed and understand why it was everything I ever wanted then… but still smiled (and waved) as I fought thru the wild
Lord, I can’t fill every empty glass I see
But I want to cause shit like that makes me really happy
But I do know the difference between fact, dream, and reality
Just wish I saw lies and fake friends not just stupidity
It didn’t lean to a better me and I’m scared every day I get lost will I get all back of me
And I know you don’t understand what that means
I just don’t understand why anyone would take that from me
Insanity, medically, spiritually
Crucified…
Do you see?
Can you at least please tell me who is my enemy

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Didn’t know why it did*

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Who would do that to me?