The monitor beeps
The signs are vital
Her lips are blue
She's holding on to her life
But she cam barely take a breath. Her mother is standing over her
Death gripping the hospital bed
A single tear escapes her eyes
Followed by another
And another
Until the women has soaked herself
And her daughter,
In salty tears.
In between gasps
You can make out
The hopeless whispers
"Why? Why would you do this?"
The whispers became moans
The moans turned into shouts
Until those turned into screams.
She was screaming for her baby.
All she wanted was one more
chance
As a mother
She felt like somehow
This was all her fault
She in someway,
Wasn't worthy of being a mother
And her terrible parenting
Pushed her little girl to do this.
She felt like she killed her own baby.
And guess what?
Daddy feels the same way too.
Only he wasnt strong enough to face the child that he created
The life he had given
Only for her to try to take it away.
He should have known
When he saw the cuts
But he chose to ignore them.
Denial was the enemy,
And he lost the war.
He tried to hold on
And be strong
But then it hit him,
Like bricks hitting pavement,
That he might not be a daddy anymore.
He choked on his own tears
Before letting them spill out
But his wife ran into the hall
Drenched in tears of her own
And she roared in horror.
The nurse
Ran into the panicked room
She looked at the machine.
1 beep
2 beep
3 beep
Flatline.
No more noise
No more girl
No more family
Every one is broken.
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شِعر"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question. I always said yes, because I have friends. I laugh at jokes. I go out alot and have fun. my life isn't as bad as it could be, and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse. But then, one night a...
