What Should I Do? 3-13-11 Poem by Audrey O'shea

My stomach feels sick, why am I here? I didn't wish for this, a new kind of fear.
What's going to happen to us? Why is it that you do not care? Compromising my trust, as if, for you, I'm not always there.
So much I've taken on, the burden heavy on my heart, but instead of helping you'd rather be gone, and this hateful fire is threatening to start.
What should I do? My words won't make you see, that our child and I need you, but you just take advantage of me.
It is almost time for him to be born, and my body isn't taking it so well, all u care about is yourself! And you just keep putting me through hell. You take everything away, and you act like its just okay, you make me hate you everyday, its making it harder for me to WANT to stay. So what do I do? I can no longer trust u, when in my gut I know you lie straight to my face, wish anything I said would put u in your place.
But instead you act like a child, not a man at all, sending burning flames through me all the while, as you sit back word less and watch us fall.