It's All Grey

After all that has been or come to pass,
I find myself staring through shattered glass.
The pieces distorted, broken, and fine
I find myself walking on a very thin line

Of what's right and wrong, white or black,
When I make a mistake, I cannot go back.
Nine months of waiting or a couple days of pain,
Is it really worth it for the life I have slain?

Couldn't feel the life inside until it was no more,
All emptiness consumed what I could not ignore.
Life is pointless if not to be spent, loving and giving
But for this, I tried so hard I forgot to keep on living.

Too late to mend the past mistakes that I have made,
Too late to say I'm sorry to the innocent one I betrayed.
But life is more than two extremes of black and white,
Shades of grey, and a little less than what's right.

Morals and ethics have decayed and hope is lost,
My heart burns so cold; it's covered in deep frost.
I hold my heart and imagine some other way.
The price is so high; it's almost too much to pay.

Call me a murderer and I have only one thing to say
I've killed myself long ago in so many different ways
Nothing has changed and yet everything is new
And the life I could have offered would have been askew

Don't let your opinions tag onto my guilt, I plea
Everything I've done, I've done for more than me.
And I know that you will find perverse delight
In knowing I suffer by avoiding what's "right"

If all your accusations have come to rest at last
In my defense, I still tread on broken glass.
I'm broken, distorted and blurring colors that I see,
More than black and white, it's the grey that haunts me.

*A/N--if you get what this is about, that's fantastic. I really didn't want to come right out and say it and I still don't, but I figure if you've read this far you deserve to know what's on my mind. Abortion. And it's a poem based purely off of my opinions and outsight on the matter but no, I have not had an abortion.*