Lights onnI close the door quietly behind menI find a note written in the best 3rd grade cursive that i've seennI turn around nTo see the shadow of your tiny frame nHanging in the kitchennInches from the floornnI guess you ankles were to weak to hold your fragile figurenand you needed my belts helpnI take you downnand lie you on the cold tile floornRight next to the stool that you kicked outnRight before you fell.nnWhat should i donYou're such a wreck right nownI guess i'll use this time to clean you upn(She never missed a beat)nWhen you come tonWe'll go get that broken neck checked outnBaby you'll wake up as good as new.nn911nOperator can you help me?nOh my godnShes not breathing n(I should have done it myself)nnFrom the passenger seatnInto my arms nI, i...nCarried her through the electric nHospital doorsnHer head curved towards the floorsnAnd held nothing backnnnHouston, we've got a problemnSomeone call her mothernNow i'm falling though the floor.nnI want a second opinion nI swear i saw her chest risennDid you think you would sink this low?nThese things are never black and white