Dec 06, 2002
We seek answers, yet we find none.
Why were our children taken away?
What did I do to deserve this pain?
Why do I have to go through this?
All through your life I had pain.
So many problems growing up.
It was so hard to know what to do.
Help was so very hard to find.
We had no idea how to help you.
Professionals were of little use.
I often wonder if we had not listened to them,
Would you perhaps still be alive?
Mental health counseling,
What a joke!
Therapists who had their own problems,
Their insecurities were uncovered.
Medication was an easy answer.
We were forced into so many bad decisions.
We had to try this, we had to try that,
In the end nothing worked, nothing changed.
Now you are gone and I must go on.
I have felt myself slipping into the abyss.
I am helpless to help myself,
Scared to trust the profession that destroyed your life.
I still seek answers, I find none.
Why did this have to happen?
Why do I have to go on?
When will I feel good again?
There are no answers for me
But I will still search.
I will take each day as it comes.
I will not give up the fight.