On the occasion of my loneliness

I CAN'T
I can't stop crying
I can't sleep
I can't work out
I can't have ***
I can't speak
I can't think
I can't take it anymore.
Have mercy.
You've destroyed me....
.....Lucy.

SOUL KILLER

Her mother, having crafted the most perfect weapon.
   The killer of my soul.
  Only a knife this sharp, this deadly would know where to strike.
    Only a weapon forged in this much hate would know where I had no armor, no defense, to **** my soul.
   My flesh, my blood,
My daughter. The killer of my soul.
                      
                   JL Ecroyd