This kinda emerged tonight as I sat here. It's a bit deep and I'm not a good writer. but here it is.........


Regret and Remourse

Alone in the shadows, I hear a familiar sound. My eyes wonder the room looking for the source. My mind tells me that it can't be. It's been almost 15 years. Still his voice haunts my thoughts. Every night I hear him whisper to me, "Why did you let them do this to me." I begin to sob, remembering that fateful night. I was 16, young, naieve. I didn't know any better, I thought that he was the one, that he loved me and would be with me forever. The first time with him, it wasn't my choice, I was forced. The things he did gives me chills to think about it. Why me I cried, Is this how love is supposed to be? I didn't know any different. Days passed, then weeks. I found out I was carrying his child. Not a child created out of love. I hated this man for doing this to me. A child, a sweet innocent child. He was furious when he found out. He drove me to that horrible place. I can see the doctors telling me it'll be ok as they put me under. A little while later they said it was a success and that he could take me home. Not a day goes by that I don't hear my baby laughing, my baby crying, my baby whispering to me, asking me "why did you let them do this to me." I cry myself to sleep, alone in the shadows.

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