March 16, 2012
I was ready and now I am not
I wanted that baby to love a whole lot
But I gave up on me
So I could try to keep us happy
I feel the pain
and continue to cry the tears that fall like rain
I try to do everything
But I am finding I am becoming mean
That baby would have fit
and I am so sorry I can not forget
But I wanted to have the baby
For me there was never a question or a maybe
My hatred for you, isn't so true
It comes from me, not really meant for you
The hate that has come to consume me
It killing me slowly