I made it through the night,
Even though my ghosts were screaming at me and so was the baby.
Even though I listened to the voice inside rant and rave about all my flaws until sleep surrounded me.
Even though I cried until there was nothing left.
Even though my dreams brought misery instead of release.
Even though that knife sang to me a song of salvation.
Even though there was no one here to stop me if I’d tried.
2 comments
Lithium
dont give up to bad thoughts & depression bouts, be happy at least for your baby, this is what mothers do.
if you want to email me, i’ll reply gladly. I feel bored & look for nice friends, besides i’d love to offer help.