For nine months I was
A part of you.
Nine and a half, to be exact,
I didn’t want to split in two.
Mama, those were the best days,
And every day that came next
Got steadily worse,
And steadily more complex.
Mama, it was your decision to put me here,
So please don’t leave me now.
Don’t leave when I need you most
And without telling me how.
Why didn’t you tell me the world
Would be bigger than me and you.
I preferred it when you were my home.
I wish you never put me here;
I wish I never grew. (Click here)