I want to abort this child of mine
that drains me of all my energy
and keeps me bedridden
Until it's hunger forces me
to eat till I'm sick
It's fingers digging into my head
plaguing all i love
I want to abort this child of mine
Before it kills me from my womb
YOU ARE READING
poems that make me hate myself a little less
Şiira collection of poems written by a mentally ill 18 year old
