Pregant

She's sick,
Covers the scars.
Tries her best,
But when is your best good enough?

She can feel them,
looking at her stomach.
She wonders,
how could he have done this to her.

Now she's all alone,
upstairs in the bathroom.
The razor blade is missing,
And theres cuts where there wasn't before.

How could she take care,
Of herself now.
nine months ago,
she never dreamed of this.

She feels something,
Inside of her big belly.
She finds strength,
to put the blade back.