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June 17, 2014

I write to hide the pain,

I write to stay a little sane

I tell you how I felt

and your pissed off reaction was dealt

Maybe I am not good enough for anyone

Maybe we are over, said and done

Before, it was only myself I would fight

Now I regret telling you last night

I was not prepared for baby three and I pled to abort

Talked out of it because that is not our logic or sort

Then there is this baby that I have nothing to show

This one I wanted to watch grow

You didn't want it and I am the bad person

I made all these feelings worsen

I tried to talk to you and confide

Now I just want to die