She was ill.
Intense, gnawing pain
That scrambled her brain
Over the course of years.
She had a moment of desperation
Her head swarming with things she couldn’t understand
So in hand,
She longed for it to stop.
Was it the right thing to do, Was it right for her to act upon it?
But my father says he’s angry at her
That she was selfish, that she didn’t care what those around her felt.
Can’t you see?
That she was broken, and sick, and unable to think?
Yeah, maybe she wasn’t thinking of others at the time.
But that’s because the only thing that was consuming her was the overwhelming need to die.
It wasn’t a good decision, But please don’t call her selfish.
That only implies that you think she’s a bad person for even considering it.
And here I am, having considered it too,
Wondering if maybe I’m bad to you.