Ava


My heart hurts, my heart hurts bad.
I want to cry every minute of every day
and lay in my bed and never get out.
I mourn you day in and day out.
Flash backs of that day run through my mind like a never ending marathon
constantly replaying the sadness over and over again.
Why me, what did I do to deserve this kind of pain, where did I go wrong.
Why, all I want to know is why, why, why a million times why.
I sit and think about how life would be different if you were here
and certain life situations we get in would be different if you were here
and it saddens me to my core.
I see other happy mothers and little babies
and I can't stand to be around them it hurts too much
it hurts to know that this should be me,
I should be a happy mother with a little baby of my own.
My heart hurts, my heart hurts bad.

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