Kill This Pain
Kill this pain
This whole thing is insane
How could I ever be the same
Gone at eighteen
I don't get it. I can't process the reason
Please save that bull that it was just her season
Mentally broken
Sat by her bedside hoping
That her heartbeat would come back
Kill this pain
Bring my daughter back
On life support
Tubes all down her throat
Eyes half open
Wish it was all a ing joke
Doctors pull the plug
Such a Erie sound escapes
My lungs
A mothers cry for her babygirl
Nothing in this world
Could compare to such a saddening scream
A mother being undone at the seam
As I write these words I choke
Everything inside me ready to blow
She suffered her whole life
Not once did I see her cry
We complain about life
My daughter never got to be someone's wife
Kill this pain
This is insane
Copyright © Deshanta Hawkins | Year Posted 2018
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