Aborted Baby
It wasn't my choice to take you out of this world.
If I had my way, dear child, I'd let you stay.
The doctors drugged me up so I wouldn't feel the pain.
But I woke up in the middle, screaming for them to stop.
But they held me down, put me back to sleep,
and took you away.
I dream of you when I sleep.
I'm holding on to you so tightly and crying.
I'm screaming at the ones who made me let you go.
I wanted you more than anything,
even if I couldn't afford you.
I would have done whatever I had to do.
I was ten weeks pregnant and away from home.
I couldn't give you the best life has to offer.
All I had was love, and everyone said that wasn't enough.
Yesterday is a day that I'll remember forever.
They took away the physical pain, but not the emotional.
The medicine was supposed to make me forget.
But I remember that room.
I remember the faces.
I remember the sound, I remember yesterday.
I remember my aborted baby.
I cry when no one's watching.
I should have been strong enough to stand up
for what I believe in.
You were supposed to be born May 22, 2002.
Even though I took part in ending your life,
you will remain alive in my heart forever.
