As I die,
As I become more than a woman,
My existence I shunned by those who call my life
Unhelpful to themselves.
Chastised by most, hated by some.
Death seems nice now.

He holds me back and keeps me alive.
He is the only breath in my lungs, and
The secret one who beats my heart.

I am forsaken,
And I used to care.
What’s done is done.
Those I love leave me again.

I think they like watching me die.
 
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