Ouch

by Iola   Sep 6, 2007


I'm sitting there with an incomplete system
Listening to the doctor's babble
Fascinated by my lack to deliver
And becoming more and more distant

The hope in your eyes sinfully wrong
As you listen to our chance to conceive
Bottom line there is something missing
And I just cannot sing along with your song

More tests coming and I'm just so scared
To face the truth about my future children
Not able to give anyone anything of me
For this bitter news I was never prepared

Looking at me tonight in a different way
This wife is more useless than you realized
I'm sorry for being so different than other people
I never felt so bad as I felt today

Sitting at a table and laughing at each other
But my heart breaks in more pieces than one
My tubes doesn't work for some strange reason
I may be you friend but will never be a mother

What I'm taking from you is unforgiving and cruel
And I thank God for the extra gifts He gave me
But face the fact that the price you pay is too high
And to stay with me will mean you are a fool

The sadness in my heart is indescribably killing
And I hate my reproductive ability today
Maybe you need someone who is more fulfilling
I'm desired, I'm different but I'm made of clay

Children is not my destiny, the doctor told me today
How can a man want a woman who is beautifully nothing?
Start looking at alternatives because I'm nothing to you
I hate myself I hate my inability I really got hurt today

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