Gone Before I Loved You

Stop saying you are sorry,
it is just too hard to bear.
Because in the quiet of my darkened room
I am the only one there.

Stop telling me that it was for the best,
because that does not take away
the brokenness
inside my chest.

Stop telling me that it was not what I needed,
I did not think so either,
I Did not let myself believe it

But, then I got comfortable,
Wanted it more than I knew,
Then that is when it happened...
What one in four go through.

Now there is an emptiness,
tears that fall at random times..
Yet, I keep it all to myself,
The confusion and the cries.

Stop telling me it was out of my control,
Because for nine months,
my body was supposed to be a home.

I know, I know...
There was "Nothing I could possibly do..."
But, do not tell a grieving mother to get over
something you have never went through.