In my hands

My life was shaped by one decision made by you.
My heart was broken by one decision also made by you
My soul was torn
My clothes felt worn
My soul is tired
For over ten years I have felt broken
When will I ever feel like my life is worth being spoken
The sadness and anger
The scent of the blood getting stronger
No, it's not the past that I am in
It's the present so maybe I should grin
But no now you are a father
With your daughter walking, talking, breathing
What happened to our baby when you killed him or her
What happened to me when he or she died
You still live in happily
I still live on in broken pieces that will never be mended
Not by you, or him but by my special angel that will never come.



Poetry by *Ness*
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Written on 2017-04-24 at 02:08

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