I could take the pills in my hand.
With a little water it would be easy.
My hand is shaking.
Some people say that life is hard and then we die.
So why not end it now, before the hard part gets too big?
There is nothing better than nothing.
Now I see my children.
They are crying.
I am on the floor asleep.
Their sobbing will not wake me any more.
They beg for my attention.
They sit, pathetically lingering by my side
alone.
The pills will have to wait this time.
I hold my little ones
and weep.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment