Amongst the pages of grocery lists and budgets I've come to write about suicide Looking at Taz, I cherish him Like others, he is better off without me I am pregnant and I see children everywhere Even myself, a lost child who is angry and sad Six-year-old me would be so disheartened If she saw the loner I have become
Don't you dare say it out loud No one will love you if you don't love yourself Is it better to stay alone? Than burden someone with that task? I cut them off, they reach out But I can't see them through...