written 3rd Nov 2001
This future.. I can not bare
so why do.. I still care..
The torture 'still' lives
but there's 'nothing', left to forgive
The hurt, and the, pain..
now it, all feels the same
My "love".. for my kid's
'is', the only reason I still.. live
This life... I would love to end
for there is, 'nothing else'.. I can mend..
"Push" me a little..
I appear to be, 'a little apathy'... Stuck, 'here'...subdued