Paper bags and molten diseases.

I can't seem to get you out of my mind, everytime I close my eyes your face looms in front of me
Everytime I try to find the answers I find more questions. Wonder what I did wrong?
Parents are supposed to love their children. But you, you chose your alcohol and let us go.
You say your sorry now, but what about then?
They say we were brought in with only paper bags holding all of our belongings. All of it.
Moving from place to place we just wanted one home. One family.
But you ruined us. Parents aren't supposed to do that to us.
Do you hurt? Everytime you think of us?
I wonder what it's like to know you gave up your babies for a temporary high.
Well, the past is the past. You can't change it. I wouldn't want to go back.
They know more than I do. I was so young, but then I had a refresher course after I left.
Did you know what they did? Do you even care?
Of course you do. We're your babies. Parents love their children.
Well, in case you didnt know. They did the same thing.
Oh, the irony. Ha, can't you see it?
It's like a disease, this thing that calls to you. It consuming and only the strong can face the fire.
We got moved away from all our siblings. We barely had any contact over the years.
You see, when you gave us away you severed the already fragile ties that bonded us.
But you had to have the last word. You always did.
Can you tell me how many of us got a real home?
Can you tell me how many of us found a home with people who loved us?
We may have been able to have a happy childhood if only you hadn't been so selfish.
If only you had made an adult decision for once in your booze soaked and drug fogged life.
Maybe then we could have been happy.
Do you know how hard it is for some of us to say the words " I love you" without cringing?
Do you know how hard it is to lay awake at night and NOT be afraid of whats in the shadows?
No, I dont think you do. You took it all away from us.
But if anything, there is one thing you gave us that we can use.
We can take that knowledge that you so unselfishly gave to us, and we can make things better for ourselves and OUR children.
It's over for you now, we've come out with scars but we've come out fighting.
Some of our scars will fade with time and love.
But many of our scars go straight to the bone, they're too big to heal.
Even time wont be able to fix some of our hurts.
But think of it this way. Your babies are strong.
If we can get through that, and then some. Then we can get through anything.
So goodbye, I'm sorry that you made bad decisions regarding little ones.
But we're strong.