I was to attached to an open womb! !
I kinda didn't know my role
I just didn't know how to disconnect my self from an open womb. I can see the hurt, I can see the pain, I thought if I could aid to treat what I see it would've been about his healing process and repositioning his thinking. I was told so many things in thee beginning about ones up bringing, how there mom abused, and misused her children and wasn't the best mom she could've been. He told me she did this, and that! and when I tried to leaned hand to help him he would smack my hand I had to pull it back, but mentally he was drive me insane often. Crying aloud that i need some help! ! ! ! ! But didn't get it he never because of the trust issue that he had to experience and I tried to be there for him as a good friend to help him. But he became so wombed that a band aide became his clothing while he was left up treated, mentally and physically because he was addicted to his experiences.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem