Soon.

Broken. Shattered. Pain. Breath. No. Stop. Hate. Torn. Shredded. Ripped. Pieces. Stop. Never. Fuck.

You will never understand the amount of pain you've caused me. You gave me life, and you're trying to rip it out of my hands while I reach for Gan Eden. Stop. Let me go. Let me experience all that you couldn't. I'm okay. You'll be okay. Won't you?

Please. I don't ask for much. I only want support. Without you I'm, well, I'm... okay. I'm strong. I'm better. Why? I want your love. I want to see you in the front row of all my shows. Don't I?

I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can't. I can't. I won't. I will. You can't stop me. You can't discourage me. You're weak. You're stupid. NO. I'm not. I won't allow myself to settle for that. Please. I don't think I'll survive if I do.

You are a child. You were never ready to have a baby. But you did anyways. Why? Was it worth it? Do I give you purpose? Am I a disappointment? Am I as disappointing as you say I am?

I'm leaving.