Let Me Kill It Slowly
Look, I get it, miscarriage is hard,
Especially for a mother,
Please do not say I am selfish when I say this,
But yeah,
It hurts,
I am not talking about the mother,
But for me,
A wasgoingtobe brother,
You see, I am a single child,
So when my dearest mother said "congratulation, you're a brother",
I cried,
Yes!
Finally!
I remember 3 months passed I could not wait for that little fucker to just pop out,
But no,
God Almighty said no,
He decided that someone else should have a kid,
Not my mom,
So yeah, it pisses me off when they say that a mother feels all the pain,
Lies,
I felt the pain,
If it was a girl, no guy would touch her as I would stand in front of her protecting her the rest of her life,
If it was a boy, I would help him sneak out the back door so he can visit his girlfriend at midnight while everyone is asleep,
But its neither,
All I got was false hope, and tears,
So yeah I also feel the fucking pain,
I do not want to sound selfish,
But its true,
I just want to wrap my head around this whole idea of a miscarriage,
So I can choke it to death
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