How can you expect me to be a wife, an employee and a mother,
When every breath, every move feels a challenge like no other.
How can you expect me to laugh, to love, to share,
When every bone of my being is telling me I am too evil to even care.
How can you think that i will manage to talk to our friends,
When my heart and soul feel smashed to pieces, impossible to mend.
How can I try to address with you the issues of my past,
When every dirty secret I have promised myself will be the last.
How am I supposed to believe their is a hope for a happier life,
When all I know as an adult, is this self hate, pain and strife.
I'm so sorry I cant be this person that you think you love,
You deserve so much more, a soul mate you can trust.
When I am no longer here, a dead weight beneath your side,
please love our children for both of us, fill your heart with pride.
They are wonderful, loving, beautiful beyond measure.
Even in my despair, they make me smile, feel that elusive pleasure.
I know they should be more than enough to keep me here, to keep fighting strong,
But I cant bear that my poison will spill into their journeys, however short or long.
I'm so sorry, please forgive me.