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.
Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2015
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