Voices

Cut. Cut. Cut. That's what they tell me to do. I have to resist with all that I have... just to protect my baby. Look. Look. Look. That's what they demand. Somehow I fall into their trap, destroying my relationship. Is he wrong? No. I couldn't look at him... I couldn't watch him walk away. Kill. Kill. Kill. Only reason I don't is because I have a baby... I wouldn't just kill my life. It's not fair, so much stress, so much talk, I can't function anymore. Let me die alone. Let me just rot. Like I deserve to.