January 14, 2014
It was twelve weeks straight
I can bet that not a soul could relate
I bled so heavy for that long
All along I knew that something was wrong
NO ONE knows that I wanted to die
I told you but you didn't see until that day in July
I listened to everyone that didn't know the extent of what was wrong
I kept going to a place where I felt I didn't belong
It was suppose to be completely normal
You know abortion was on a Monday is completely informal
The bleeding would stop, for weeks I kept being told
I should of been 18 weeks along, yet there was no baby bump to hold
I bled unimagable amounts of blood, nothing like any other
I was nothing more than a regretful mother
Killing a baby that was unborn
And in your eyes I was selfish to be so torn