You're Selfish.

Sometimes I can't stand you.
I want to rip my hair out the minute you speak.
I want to throw a can of green beans at you
in hopes of breaking your toe.
Is that mean?

Although I know you have trouble with things from the past
What about my issues with the things I can't quite grasp?

My ****** is broken!

I'm sorry I can't care as much about your past as i used to.
Our hypothetical children are all I can think of.

If we can't procreate how do I go on?
That hole in my chest..
You know, the one they call a heart..
It needs that bond.
The one formed between a mother and child.

But still... sometimes I can't stand you!!
How do we make children if we can't even get along?

This would be easier if I didn't love you so much.

Blue eyes never to open again.
He didn't even care.
How could he not care?
That *******.

Months had past since I had seen you last.

I wish I could look him in the eyes.
Tell him that he's worthless, that he should've been the one to die.

Graduation and prom.
Children and real love.
Snuggling on the couch with an angel sent from above.

Stolen!

He shouldn't know happiness.
He shouldn't know love.
Why should he?
He's a monster

The look in his eyes when he laughed at your mothers sorrow, her despair, her sadness so much like a ruthless cancer..
Awful.


I hate him.
He stole your life.

He stole my goodbye!

Trying and trying
So she goes to ***
She holds the thing in her hand
And she can see.
Not the result that she wanted
Not again.
Every time she does this she has empty hands.
Now she gets help from an outsider
She thinks "It's cold in here & That things go were?"
Now, She's nervous and anxious and this isn't fair!
The next visit should tell her why.
Until then she tries not to cry.
What are the results of the blood they took?
What does this mean? How does her ****** look?
Do they know what's wrong or is this just bad luck?
She is angry and sad and confused as ****!
But.. she still won't give up.