The pain that I feel is not long since gone.
Nine months ago, you did me wrong.
The mask that I wear cracks and breaks
So everyone knows I’ve made these mistakes.
But don’t you think twice of the prize that you won,
I’d certainly hate to ruin your fun.
You left me alone to deal with the pain,
And I don’t deserve to be hurt again.
So don’t bother to call, don’t try to write.
You’ve made it clear, this was never your fight.
I’d fight it alone, and that I have done,
And I’ll continue to do, until I am gone.
I don’t write this for you, just so we’re clear,
I write for the little one not meant to be here.
And since this is mine, this cross that I bear,
I don’t want to see you, I can’t stand to hear
“I’m sorry.”
You’re not. No question.
So go and have fun, your battle is done.
Mine wages on, it will never be won.
I’ll never be “momma” to this girl or boy
Because to you, my life was a toy.
You were my friend, you left me in pain
But rest assured, that won’t happen again.
Two days in a hospital while I lost our child
My trust in you forever defiled.
When you failed to show to help me cope,
Each moment alone was a tightening rope.
“I’m sorry.”
You’re not. Where were you?
Me, scared and alone, you out on the town,
Me clutching the bedsheets in a hospital gown.
“I’m sorry.”
You’re not. How dare you?
The tears that I cry are still hot with grief,
But I won’t bother you with it, to your relief.
But you are right about one little thing,
You are very sorry, a despicable being.
“I’m sorry.”
You’re not. But you should be.
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