The reality of a pregnant stoner

Tell me its just a dream
tell me it isnt what it seems
stop trying to remind me of what i've got
so just let me sit here and smoke this pot.
im tired of dealing with you
i hate everything you do
i hate how you can make me cry
and i hate how you make me want to die
do you even know i have no love left inside
do you know i hate how you never tried?
do know that i want to slit my wrists almost everynight
do you know that i'm ready to give up the fight?
but killing myself would mean killing two
our babys life would also be through
and you would have to live with all the guilt
your pretty and perfect life would start to wilt
all these shattered thoughts could become true
all i have to do is take this knife and say i'm through.....
what way do you want this to turn out my unforgotten friend
you have the power to let this two lives go on or make it the end.