For placing you on gods doorstep
For never giving you a chance to experience life for
yourself
For not letting you experience your highs and your lows
Your ups and your downs
Your smiles and your frowns 
Im sorry 
For every day not with you
For every lip that cant kiss you
For every eye that looks blindly into the future knowing you
wont be there
Never accepting the fact that I made you and took you
Mistaking a cleverly disguised blessing as a downfall
Im sorry
Mistaking my womb for a grave site
Where I hid you away from plain sight
Replacing you with air that filled me
As I sigh deeply into my pillow 
Im sorry
Letting out all my frustrations that didn’t have to be 
Letting the views of society
Conflict with my reality
That I made you laying down 
Now I must stand up and raise you
But it’s a little to late
But please try to undersand
that i am just a baby
thats was having a baby
and i just wasnt ready
and for that im sorry