Nescenion

Hurt Running down the hall, trying to catch my breath All I ask is for one thing, just my last request Don’t let them know, don’t let them see This isn’t how it happened, at least to them Emily is five, Jacob is ten I don’t want them to know this is how it’s been Our life is perfect; please let them know I love them I’m going down the stairs, one flight at a time Out of breath, I can’t make it much longer I reach out to you, in a serene attempt You only push me away, you make me suffer I feel you pressing against me I want to leave, I want to die You tell me I’m worthless; I know better I