Seven days[✔️]

Two

Forty-eight hours. That's all we

Have left. Two days. Alone.

I wish I could have done more,

Maybe it was my fault?

If only I had cared quicker.

If only I had seen your pain.

If only I had done things right.

If only...

There were more days left.

My head is clouded, filled with

Guilt and sorrow. Why can't God

Take me?

It's not as if anyone would miss

Me. Me, the one that is to

Blame. Me, the person they

Will all point fingers

And shout at: 'That's the girl

That killed our baby! Our sweet,

Sweet, little boy.

He didn't deserve to die!'

And they'll be right.

I
Am
     The
Cause.