Why?
"We don't understand how she could be here.
Doesn't she need a preschool?"
The heavy hearts of children
asking questions
I have yet to answer
for myself.
"She's only four. We're here for real reasons, or so they say"
I know baby.
"I punched my teacher in the face.
I always crack my knuckles before doing it."
I have no answer for that.
I only cringe inside; knowing
she is now beckah's best friend in this place.
Beckah is not interested in us tonight
only her new found -friends-.
She asks us to leave, as usual.
I hold no importance to her here.
Another day passes
without me holding the baby I remember vaguely.
A tender, sweet face with so may dreams..now lost.
So many doctors and professionals
spewing words
I really don't need or care to hear.
I've heard enough from her own lips.
She hates Chloe and me and wants to kill us.
You see, she doesn't need a mama anymore.
She's kept company by delusions, hallucinations, anyone but me.
One solution comforts her.
If she can't kill me,
there's always herself.
With a huge blade pointed at her chest,
the voices from her head taunt me.
They remind me that I am no longer in control,
only the disease--fermenting and rotting away her tender innocence.
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If only I could, just could even understand how it must be like this. 
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