My own stomach is your grave

My own stomach is your grave
its where i let them take you away

inside me is where you died
with me i carry the memory of your death everywhere i go, i cannot escape it

for my own stomach is your grave
im sorry i killed you my lovely baby,
i miss your gentle kick
and your silly little cravings

i yearn to hear your voice
the first time you say mommy
or the mothers day drawings youll never give me

[not done]