unclear maybe, i did not murder a child, lol. it is myself as a child.

Death by Her Small Hand

I’m so tired of desperate feelings…
This hourglass holds no more sand.
In failure, I surrender now,
Must I yet die by her small hand?

She only wanted safety then…
Why did I leave her all alone,
To suffer things I could not face?
There’s no more time, now, to atone.

I feel her hatred strong in me,
Still stalking with these thoughts of death.
Yes, I deserve this punishment,
And give her this, my final breath.