The Hardest Question

Why? Thats the hardest question. When is easier. It was after. After the baby, cacooned safely inside of me. After she died. Why? Again its too hard. Who is easier. It was him. He who promised to love me, for better and for worse. Why? That question's too difficult Where is easier. In our room. Our room with the cot in the corner. It was for her. Why? Is still don't know. What is easier. It was a knife. A knife which slit, cut and stabbed at my throat and stomach. Why? I can't remember! How is easier. With a casual indifference. The anger had dissapeared. Why? Because of me. Because I killed our baby girl. Not born, never born. The pills had taken her. Like he took me.