Late night poems
And no body knows.
Knows the sadness I feel.
My nights are lonely but my days I try, try to be happy for my little one.
Why do I feel this sadness?
I tell my husband I want to die.
Maybe during childbirth so my children don’t know how sad I am, all they know is mommy loved them and she “didn’t” want to die.
Because life is too much.
I am alone and the weight of life is to heavy for too long.
I am tired.
The only one I talk to... he doesn’t understand. I am selfish.
I’m the person I hope my daughter never turns out to be.
I hate myself and the mom that I am because I want to be better.
But at this point better is to be gone.
They really don’t need me.
What a mess I am.
What a joke.
And as I sit in bed alone I hear your little voice calling for me.
You’re still asleep but your sitting up crying for mommy and I pick you up.
You stop.
You’re happy and safe and the crying stops.
I hate myself more.
Maybe you do need me.... but I am weak.
You deserve better.
So I lay here and cry more because I am fighting this battle between what is best for you
And no body knows
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