What Goes Around

What goes around definitely does not come around. I sowed love and compassion, which begot me pain and unendurable anguish and terror. I sowed caring and protection, which begot me abandonment and loss. Woe unto to me. I am undone. I lost everything I owned. I lost everything I was. I lost my daughter. I lost me. Now they're going to demolish the place where the abuses/stinking death/traumatic brain injuries/grief and loss occurred and I will never find myself once they sweep away the rubble and debris.