Troubled soul

This poem can have many different meanings depending on who you are and how you interpret poetry. What do YOU see? Troubled Soul I feel so lost in this forest called home. Mother's stare pierces through my delicate flesh, constantly examining me. We no longer go outside in the day, for fear of instant judgement. He nudges me softly, asking me to lay down. So we trudge back into my room, The room that consumes me, my nightmare. One evening ,as I sleep, he awakens me. Pushing me over with his strength. Agony. He invokes my tears tonight. We scream for help. Father drives me to the Christmas tree building. Mother is just glad that she can finally get him away from me. The harsh florescent lighting burns my eyes. Anaesthetic fills the air, we aren't used to this. Plastic hands rip away my other half. No tears, just silence. Maybe he's just surprised...or scared? Still the deadly silence overwhelms us. Cold machines sing a lullaby, yet I do not rest. So I make a quick decision, when no one is watching. Silver glints in the glass window. Thesebeautiful nights I will miss. I feel warmth under my hands, moist and sticky. He's waiting for me, in Heaven. He knows, there is nothing that will keep me from him... I specifically wrote this about a pregnant girl. So maybe read it again. And see it from my perspective, as well as your own :)