This is the only pro shot of my kids all in the same picture and small enough to be scanned!

This was me telling my partner how he made me feel last tuesday! After he snapped at me for talking so much on the phone before he could say anything. It starts to go into a bit about our situation.

Theirs not a day that I don't hurt, for my broken life.

My broken heart aches, I get burnt and stabbed in the back by knife.

I'm a mum of five, four taken from me.

This life I live, at times I wish to flee.

For them I live, for them I fight.

I won't forgive, I know what's right.

The love of my life, got himself into strife.

He and one other, mugged a man with a knife.

The other got nothing, but my man 18months.

Left us all suffering, so far it's been 14months.

Christmas, New Years, Valentines, kids birthdays, the birth of our youngest son,

he's missed it all with more to come.

Our relationship has been stretched to it's outer limits,

as time passes only looking forward to our Friday visits.

I try to keep busy one day at a time,

with that and maybe some good luck I’ll be just fine.

But tonight I’m really down,

my smile a frown.

It doesn't take very much for me to shed my tears,

I have many worries and many more fears.

I know you love me,

This afternoon you phoned me.

I don't understand why you get so mad,

You could have dealt with it better, instead you made me sad.

Another burn only small adds to a already aching heart,

I'm no angel, but being nice is a start.

I know I’m strong and every hard thing makes me,

with you I belong and nothing will ever break me.

So now it's late and I’m thinking about you,

my best mate my baby having you on my mind is nothing new.

Neither are all the times that I worry about you.

This time it's for whatever reason you wanted to speak with me,

I'm hoping that your ok, And can't wait till you next phone me.

Troubled.

Troubled.
Troubled is my life.
Troubled has been pain.
Troubled has been believed.
Troubled has been decieved.
Troubled put me through hell.
Troubled put me through many a physc’s office.
Troubled will turn my face to da ground.
But when the troubled comes a looking,
The troubled starts da running.
And when my face turns to da ground,
I await the silent sound i’ve been dreading.
That’s the trouble
What’s the trouble?
I don’t know – i always run,
And hide from my problems.
I’ve never stuck around long enough to know.
To keep thy self out of trouble,
I might just have to learn how to say NO.