Shock.

Lips on my neck, and hands down my back; desperate lust.
Our minds, all cautious thoughts, left in the dust.
We weren't settling down, just settling in.
Neither could have predicted what would happen then.
A baby on the way, breaths snatched away,
What in the world was I to say?

Someone, Anyone.

Lost in grief, in loneliness, in guilt. In a world of emotions in which are in the company of constant exhaustion, and pains. Loathing who I see in the mirror, the sight of my own body brings tears to my eyes.

Self hatred.

How could you love me?
How could you even begin to understand how terribly hurt, and scared I feel; I'll never explain the extent of self hate I have for myself..?

I want Emmett, more than I ever thought I would, and I love that little boy. I can feel him move inside me, and as much as I'd like to say that makes it all better, it doesn't. I'm never alone, and I've never felt lonelier.

I feel bad. No, I feel awful that I'm this horribly fat and disgusting blob with no energy to do things for you, I feel worthless.
I'm so sorry.