Written by: Denise Hopkins

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