I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this.
I go through the motions like I’m your slave.
So much is on my shoulders and
I think I’m drowning.
I can’t keep you happy and you don’t care if I am.
A misplaced shirt becomes an argument.
A rise in my voice becomes a battle.
A longing kiss becomes a plead.
But I feel like it’s more.
Still, I say nothing.
Every responsibility that comes with a child has been placed on me
I’m so tired, but I keep going for the sake of my beautiful girl.
I’m beginning to realize I can do this on my own.
I just hope you wake up before I have to choose to.