ABORTION IS WRONG MONTH ONE: Mommy, I am only 4 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby. MONTH TWO: Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though. It is so nice and warm in here. MONTH THREE: You know what, Mommy? I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad, too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me. MONTH FOUR: Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it, too. MONTH FIVE: You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby, Mommy... your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion? MONTH SIX: I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me! MONTH SEVEN Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus' arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me, Mommy? EVERY ABORTION IS JUST... One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. If you're against abortion, put this in your profile

From start to finish I wonder why The cuts look good in this messed up lie The blood that trickles down my arm People all stare at the girl who self-harms:- "The emo" they call me I turn to my name They act out slicing their wrists I hang my head in shame I can't help my feelings Of being alone I hide myself for the day Just longing to go home I sprawl on my bed With my razor in hand And take myself away To a much better land I stare in the mirror And let myself cry Looking forward to the day That I finally die

From start to finish I wonder why The cuts look good in this messed up lie The blood that trickles down my arm People all stare at the girl who self-harms:- "The emo" they call me I turn to my name They act out slicing their wrists I hang my head in shame I can't help my feelings Of being alone I hide myself for the day Just longing to go home I sprawl on my bed With my razor in hand And take myself away To a much better land I stare in the mirror And let myself cry Looking forward to the day That I finally die

Drowning in a darkness Of deep despair Believing the lies I hear And seeing truths not there See the rays of sunlight They shine upon your scars Reaching for that broken smile Among the hidden stars Hearing the tear drops Falling from your eyes Believe my hidden secrets And tell my stolen lies Bring me to the surface Give me air to breathe Let me see the sorrow Upon my broken dreams

my smiles become a waist of time

neve say i like if u if u dont mean never talk about feelings that arnt there and dont ever touch a heart if you only mean to break it

crying my self to sleep is a dail routine

someday youll cry for me like i cried for you someday youll miss me like i missed you someday youll need me like i needed you someday youll love me but i wont love you

he said he loved me he said he wouldnt let anyone hurt me but he was the one who hurt me

i didnt want to admit it but it was easier to lie to hide the hurt and emptiness of cry