The Time of my Death

The Time of My Death
Among the pillows on my bed
Buried in my comforter
Just sinking into the softness
I listened with growing dread
The screams that grow from whispers
And the never ending tirade

I wish I was dead
I wish I died
Before I was born
Cos mother screams
“I never wanted you”
Father growls
“You are not my child”

Laying on my bed
My hands on my stomach
Where a little life lived
I hear father scream
“Its all your fault!
You birthed a slut”
Mother shrieked back

Emptying a bottle of pills
I craved sleep and spiraled
Into dark nothingness
“I wish that whore is dead”
“You always say that,
Wish you are dead too!”
The war of words continue

White walls, white ceiling, white noise
I come to and baby’s gone
Waistline was back,
But my heart was broken
Mother said ‘you will be alright’
Her eyes full of false concern
Father just looked away and frowned

I walked out to a new beginning
There was no you
And baby’s gone too
I died together with you two
One day we will meet again
On silver starred skies
Together never apart