It Hurt

Monday hurt, Monday ripped my heart out, I didn’t know how it felt to be left on my own, It was hit after hit. I know the tools, I know what to do but the pain runs deep, The pain runs so deep my heart is broken. I hate changes, I hate things that happen fast, I hate being abandoned. I want to run away. I want this all to be over. I can’t live life the way it’s happening, I can’t cope with a baby that could be taken, It’s happened before and will happen again. I’m not safe. My breathing is getting deeper, I can’t process my pain, I can’t process the Monday, I can’t process what happened. I don’t even need to do it my self, Someone will do it to me themselves. That’s it, I’m done. I have been forgotten. I have a family who love me, But they don’t know the pain deep inside that I hide. Trying to process everything and all I want is to escape. Escape my life, escape my pain and not wake up. Maybe if you where already born and here I wouldn’t want to leave this world behind so fast. I need to leave, I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to be taken. Help me universe, please help, I’m dying inside, I’m suffering. Everything was perfect until I was left behind, everything Was lovely until you left, Now all the things happening seem extra painful, They hurt a lot and the pain is unbearable. I can’t do this on my own. My lungs are screaming so loud and no one can hear. I’m accepting it. I’m done.