Thursday, April 21, 2022

The Hardest Choice

 I chose to die, for him to live his happiest and peace.

I weep endlessly ,for him to rebuild his family.

I let go,  for him to fulfill his obligations to others.

I die, for him to live.


Broken. Blued. Bruised.

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