Wish some things were different,
Like the way my body aching.
Doing permanent damage.
If I keep this up,
The thoughts of becoming a mother,
Something that i might not be able to be.
Due to stress,
Maybe depression,
Or a little bit of both.
Fighting to keep those around you,
Not realizing,
That you need them the most.  
The body becoming ill,
And you hide it it,
So you can go through a few days,
Without having to spill.
May this night be better,
May this pain go away,
May my body heal,
Let the ache go away.