Thing I Can't Say Out Loud

Untitled Poem

This is not an entry. This is a poem that I need to write to get things off my chest.  

What is a mother?

A mother is someone wipes the tears off your face.

She shouldn't be the one to put them there, in the first place.

What is a mother's job?

A mother's job is to love her child with all of her heart.

She shouldn't be the one to break you apart.  

It hurts too much, I can barely even speak.

Even now I feel so weak.

You broke me so much, too many blows.

Even now I'm making this up as I go.

The words they don't flow, I kid you not.

That's what happens when you're heart has been shot.

No I can't the pain is too real.

It hurts so much I can't even feel.

You broke me down, you ruined me.

I didn't know it would get to this degree.

I can't even explain what I want to say.

Every time I try, I hide in my cave. 

How do you break a person so much, that they can't even explain what they feel?

It's sad really, I'm having a hard time accepting what is real. 

I can't keep going, this poem will be too long. 

I'm still trying to figure out what I did wrong. 

One day I'll get answers, I'm sure I will.

But in the meantime please ask yourself, why did I kill?