I cry because
I cry because we didn’t plan this baby but “he” was so loved.
I cry because all of the what ifs that we will never get the chance to know.
I cry because the pain it has mentally and physically caused me.
I cry because every time I use the bathroom it’s another reminder I couldn’t carry this one.
I cry because people won’t stop telling me it’s okay and I can try again.
I cry because my best friend is pregnant.
I cry because I got invited to three baby showers.
I cry because I just made my registry and had to go tell them I needed it gone because I lost my baby.
I cry because people keep looking at me like I’m a broken shell of a woman.
I cry for the empty space in my body that once held my precious baby.
I’m happy for my happy healthy almost four year old
But I cry for his should have been baby brother or sister.
I cry because I blame myself. I can't stop thinking what if I did this or that.
I'm just so hurt.
I cry for all the pieces of shit who get to have a baby and abuse them or drink and do drugs while pregnant with them and after who get to be parents but somehow for some reason my baby gets ripped away from me. With no warning.
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