Sitting so alone
In this very empty house
Breathing kind of heavy
Tears flowing like waterfall
Yet no sound coming from my lips.
Sound is the enemy.
If I cry to loud
My little one will hear
She needs not to know my fear.
Class all day,
Work most of the night,
Her all the time inbetween,
And still cant catch up.
Those who are meant to help dont
Their needs surpass their childs.
Those who offer to help
Always end up resenting it
Judging the need
Or running for the hills.
A woman can only do so much
I pretend to be a super hero
But my mortality quickly reminds me
How low on the totum I rank.
So I sit here
In this very empty house
Crying
Clipping coupons
Juggling bills
Fighting sleep
Gripped with fear....
Never making a sound.
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