I'm bleeding.
I'm bleeding.
I'm bleeding today.
I bleeding in a away  that cramps me for days.
I hate it.
I hate it.
In every which way.
But.
What can I say.
This is this price every woman must pay.
A womb is a room that it made of love.
Yes right now it's covered in blood. But.
Someday it will turn into love you see.
No longer covered in blood.
But.
Instead a baby love.