Why do I, keep you with me? You’d, died already, and yet, you’d, tagged onto me, clung on too tightly, to my life, refused, to let me go, why is that?
Why do I, keep you with me? I have, no need for you, though I needed you, but now I know for a fact, that I don’t, so, why can’t you leave me, huh? Why do I, keep you with me? Because I so totally, enjoyed, torturing myself, with how broken I became, because of you? And, even I know, that that’s, S-I-C-K!
R.I.P., my dear baby girl!!! not my photo…
Why do I, keep you with me? Tell me, why can’t I, let you go? Because, you’re, too deep, inside my heart, my soul, my mind? And, isn’t there, a way, for me, to EXORCISE the thought of you, to CAST these broken dreams of you, away for good, for once and for all?
Why do I, keep you with me? Because you were supposed to have been my child, and yet, you’d become, DEAD, inside of my systems, you were, FLUSHED out by my body, after fourteen MONTHS, and, I’d, moved on, I no longer miss you like crazy, love, but, you’ll, always, be a part of, who I am, my dearly, beloved, already DEAD, Emily!!!
And this would be that NOTE to all again: I’m still NOT crying my eyes out as I’m, writing this, believe it or don’t, I really don’t care anymore.
Life, the Obstacle Course 