If i died tonight would the world even notice
Would my kids carry on and be able to focus,
On the future i swore we could easily reach
Just the thought of the gulit makes me physically weak.
Carry on with this day as if theres a purpose
Strongly ignoring my minds inner circus,
As The light of the tunnel fades further away
Im praying i’ll reach the end of the day.
With the heaviest heart i look Up and i see
My freedom forbidden theres no option for me,
To be free from my trap is what i desperately crave
But i won’t watch my girls come to visit my grave.
Copyright © Abygail Archer | Year Posted 2020
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