I was spiralling and there was nothing to hold onto. I was spiralling out of sanity and there was no one to tell. I screamed louder and louder every day yet no one heard me. I clawed harder and harder yet I was only clawing at myself. There was no doubt I had killed my own child. How could I have not, I barely ate, I barely slept, I barely drank so who was left to blame other than the mother who was supposed to care for the child.
Who was to blame than the murderer who had bled out her baby, crying so hard, day and night until there was nothing—empty?
How had I not known, how had I not known he was there? What kind of mother was I to not know I was carrying a life? Three months. Three full month and I had no clue, who did that?
The tears fell, staring at the white wall alone w
