Baby

I just want to scream at you but I can't even bare to look at your face.
How dare you say there was never a baby, you just have to be Mr. Perfect, don't you? All done up in linen and lace.
Well your not perfect. And I'm not afraid to tell the world.
How could you have the death of our baby on your mind and still lay next to another girl.
You're sick. You make me want to hit you, scream at you.
Why can't you see what you've put me through? How can you not understand?
Is it really that hard to comprehend?
Are you stupid?
What the hell is wrong with you?
How could you turn away from the death of our baby?
More yet, how can you sleep at night?
I want to know if you have some regrets.
Can you actually go one every day knowing that you left me all alone to mourn?
What would have you done if our baby actually had been born?
You wouldn't have been there. You wouldn't, don't even lie.
I would never wish bad things...but I just wish I could see you cry.