I’m watching my daughter die.
She’s starving her body to death.
Why can’t I even cry?
Why can’t I barely draw a breath?
What brought her to this bleak abyss?
Does it really matter?
All I know is that she’d be missed;
My world would be much sadder.
So I’m putting aside my selfish ways,
my lack of focus and my pride.
I will spend my talents and days
in efforts to fix her dying insides.
Was I responsible for her ills? I now don’t care.
But I know I’ll be at fault if I just leave them there.
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