A new little life taken...

I waited in the waiting room,
I'd never felt so alone.
I had so much to cope with,
and was doing it on my own.

This new little life,
this new little being.
Was taken away,
without me even seeing.

I saw them inject the needle,
and I slowly closed my eyes.
As I woke I felt so empty,
and my heart was full of cries.

I've never felt so guilty,
as I did that day.
For I had killed my baby,
in the worst possible way.

I think about it sometimes,
when I wake up late at night.
Hating the decision I made,
even though I know it was right.

Sometimes when I look at him,
I wonder if he ever cried.
I wonder if he ever thought,
that the baby might of had his eyes.

It was a long time ago now,
something I have to forget.
I just wish I could stop,
all these feelings of regret.