I can cry no more tears, just express silent fears. Every relationship has it's boos, but you don't know what it is like to walk in my shoes. Feeling butterflies to baby flutters and extreme sadness when I'm the only one stepping up to be a Mother. Maybe it's amusing for you to see my cry but I won't let you watch the inside of me die. My hormones and emotions are on the run but if it is anything I know I have to protect my son.

Drowsy all the time, my breast feel as if they have been punched, after my nap I'm going to consume my third lunch. People asking why aren't I married? Or what will I name this child I carry. Some frown upon me, most jump with glee, they're so lucky that they do not get up 5 times a night just to ***. I lay in my bed with mild cramps in my tummy, craving everything down to mayo and cheese yummy! Friends and family get annoyed with my hormones because I like to **** and moan. I constantly drink because my throat is dry as they ask me " how did you let this happen and why?" The answer to the question is that I am responsible for what I've done and there is no reason for me to cover it up and run.

They say my life is over, I think it has just begun, needing to prepare for my little one.

When you stand by the ocean, watching the moon kiss the sea. Maybe then you'll remember me.

Nothing like receiving harassment in the mail, got so mad and blew all my money on a dress on sale. Waste my time pondering over boys who won't text back, being controlled by those who view my existence as an empty bag of fruit snacks. All I want is to be myself, enjoy my adult life. Instead having the doors of my well being scratched up by a cleaver knife.

I can be set free and they will still manage to try and wrap a chain around my ankle. This is how it feels to be surrounded by people who frown upon your existence and have no faith in you.