Then it would be as if I had never existed, as if I had been carried from the womb to the tomb.
“ ‘Why did you take me out of the womb? I wish I had breathed my last breath before anyone had laid eyes on me.
“ ‘Isn’t my life short enough? So stop ⌞this⌟, and leave me alone. Let me smile a little
But I am not silenced by the dark or by the thick darkness that covers my face.
“Why didn’t I die as soon as I was born and breathe my last breath when I came out of the womb?
I would be buried like a stillborn baby. I would not exist. I would be like infants who never saw the light.
Let them become like a snail that leaves behind a slimy trail or like a stillborn child who never sees the sun.
If only he had killed me while I was in the womb. Then my mother would have been my grave, and she would have always been pregnant.