Sunday, September 11, 2011

You would have been a week old.
It's 2:50 am and Neme is asleep.
I wish I would be hit by a bus
I think it would hurt less.
I am sitting here in the dark
Crying for the 32nd Monday in a row.
Wishing I was normal again.
Wishing life was fair.
I am not ok.
I am Not ok.
I am NOT ok.
I WANT MY BABY .
It has been 32 weeks
21 weeks more than you were allowed to live.
I am finding it hard not to be bitter.
I was at work this morning and I thought of you.
I had to hide in the ladies room until I stopped crying and go back to pretending that I was alive.
This is not living.
I miss you so much

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