Griving of my dead baby girl

Its was Christmas day and I stayed in bed all day crying for help and sorrow. i hold my pillow tight and dream about how it could have been.

I have scares on my arm and tears down my face no one can help me now because im off my face.

My mum walks in the room and the shock on her face just send me to space. She looks so shocked that I have cut my wrists and now the blood is all over the place.

no mum I dont want help I just wanna get out of this dusty place.

I feel so high I just wanna die

Then my mother asks why u would do such thing . I try to look her in the face but just feel like im going to faint.

I pull the quilt over my face then shout out 'let fait do its work please.. leave me alone