She looked at her child
Playing with toys on the dining chair
How innocent she is – how young she is
She ran off, with toys in her hands.
Standing on that chair, she looks up at the fan
Rope in her hand
Tying the rope round her neck – the other end around the fan
She let go, knocking the chair away from her, this was her end.
I don’t deserve a lovely child,
A loving home,
I’m worthless
I don’t deserve to live.
But I was safe
Though not for long
I listen to the sound of my heart beating
Knowing it’s about to stop.
What she didn’t consider
Was that she left a little child
Alone – motherless
To grow up, without the love of a mother
That the pain
Would be beyond compare
Seeing the mothers of her friends
Pick them up from school, while she walked home - alone.
Did you consider, mother,
That I would feel the loneliness forever
That the feeling of not being worth living for
Will stay with me forever.
Now I stay up all night
Thinking what it would have been like
If I was worth living for – would you have stayed?
Would you have lived for me?
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