Sometimes I am here
Sometimes I am there
Sometimes I am with you
Sometimes I care
Sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I wish you would disappear from my thoughts
Sometimes I want to die
So the pain would go away
Sometimes I think what it would be like
Sometimes I know I would hurt someone
Sometimes I don’t care
Sometimes I wish you would save me.
Sometimes I know you won’t
Always I know you won’t
It is just a dream that you would. It is always the kids that keep me going.
My grandkids. My nephews. They are the ones.
The Innocent ones.

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