They said...Empty
But I feel...Relief
Glad its all over
No more Grief
I could do with...Support
Just someone to...Care
I wish you'd done what you said you would
I wish you'd been There
The Blood
And the Aching
The wanting to Die
I could feel my Heart Breaking
As I said Goodbye
To this Thing
Growing inside me
Dependent on me for Life
But a few tablets
Its Over
Did'nt have to go under the Knife
My Little Angel
You'll be Alive
In my Dreams
In every Breath that makes me survive
Every song that I Sing
I'll always remember
My precious, little, growing Thing
Author notes
Just a poem...as always
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