My Best Friend

Dear My best friend,

Time is passing so slow.
For you.
At the moment.

But I know someday,
Thing will be better,
Time will heal the wounds left by that monster.

But time will bring the unborn baby,
That is in your womb,
Because if that monster.
Who stole your innocence.

Who left you broken and scared.
Unable to trust men,
And scared that it might happen again

I know you will try your hardest,
For your unborn child,
Not to find out who his or hers father,
But you know the day will come,
When he or she will ask.

I know one those of days you will wish,
He had killed as promised,
But I know you are stronger than that.

So this letter is for you.
To know the days need me most,
I will be right there without to guide through,
I will be there the day you began to trust,
I will be there to help you rise your child when you need me.


This letter is show that proud of you,
how far you have come,
But Never giving up on life,
Not giving away your unborn child
Because it was fathered by a man who forced himself upon,
And I am mostly proud of because you never giving on yourself;

With love,
From your proud friend.