Harsh I know.
These words from my lips.
But they must come out.
They must be said.
You must know the truth.
We loved each other.
Now there is only me.
And soon to be a child.
You left.
I am all alone.
I don't know where you are.
Even if I did,
I'm not sure I would come for your help.
You hit me.
It hurt.
I bled and bruised and you didn't care.
You watched me in pain.
And now our child may suffer because of it.
I have no money,
no support.
I will die alone.
I do not know what will happen to the baby.
My parents have both died in the last year.
I don't know how to say this,
I need help.
Not yours.
But somebody.