The message it said: “I am better off dead”, as she read the first line from her child. She ran for the keys, and headed to search; body numb and her mind running wild.
Her hands trembling too much, to hold on to the wheel; steaming down through the roads in a panic. Then with no sign around, her car door opened up, she collapsed to her knees on the pavement.
The screams of her voice, from a place deep within, escaped in a thickened black cloud, and the pain in her chest almost took every breath, as she cried for her baby out loud.
At first, she just cuddled the floor; her soul gone from her lone empty core. Then, unable to sleep and unwilling to eat, she slowly began letting go.
No feelings inside, with the urge left to die, she struggled her way through each day. The pictures came down and were tucked in a place, and belongings were all thrown away.
Not a second goes by in the day, without thoughts of the running away. But she fights to hold on, while her baby is gone, cause her child would want her to stay.