And one day she just quit.
She had taken it for so long that she had nothing left to give and was so bitter she couldn’t function.
She gave in and gave up trying.
She stood up and walked out the door.
She’s going to do what she needs to do.
She’s going to be strong and carry on.
And when she looks at that baby girl, she’ll know she was right in the end.  
Her little girl needs love that she can’t give with a dying heart, and fading soul.
Her innocent eyes shine bright with the reflection of hope and better days.
She will walk down her own road, and do it her way.
She will ignore the whispers and weary glances because he’s the one who ruined all chances.  
Without a hint of bitterness she says, “Love is overrated”

She’ll be ****** is she’ll fall again.
She’ll go cliché and wear her cold heart on her sleeve.  
All the love she needs is there in her child’s face, glowing with unconditional forgiveness and innocence.