How can you say,
that it's nothing to you,
and that you don't care?
It's another life,
in your control.
How can you not care?
How can you say,
that it's not really alive?
It has a heartbeat.
It breathes.
It kicks.
How much more alive could it be?
How can you say,
that you'd end this life,
before it even got a chance,
to live?
How can you say?
~*~ Jill ~*~