i will not bare.
in the land of despair,
who wants an heir.
family glares at me confused.
they refuse to comprehend the words i have used.
but a living being i will not bare
for others satisfaction alone.
what a cruel act of conceit it would be,
to birth life for whom i have no care.
in a world of lost souls
i could not bare to add one more,
feed it the same lies i was once fed
and watch it fall apart
until it feels the need to scream from its chest
“why oh why did you birth me here”.












