Still an It

You wipe out an innocent life,
You cut away apart of you
To save your own selfish self.
You destroy someone
Before they can even breathe for themselves
A dependant
Latched onto your life source
And you think you can just remove it
Like a cancer.
Heartless, cruel, heartless
It’s yours, yours which God gave to you
And you would slice it away.
Whilst it’s still an it.