Your Poetry Dot Com - How am I Supposed to Decide?

How am I supposed to choose,
If something lives or dies?
Latly, Ive just found myself,
Crying, asking myself why.

It's not my place to play God,
And take away an unborn life.
It's just as bad as killing myself,
It was wrong to use my knife.

How can anyone ask me to kill my baby,
While it's innocent in my womb?
You might as well just ask me,
To bury my child, dig it's tomb.

This life inside me did nothing,
It had no choice, no say.
How am I supposed to just erase it,
Never give it a chance to stay.

This unborn baby is my flesh and blood,
How am I supposed to take its life away?
Tell me how I can live with myself,
Tell me how to cop with every passing day.

At week six my baby's heart beat starts,
How am I supposed to make it end?
This baby was blessed by God,
To me, Heaven sent.

Will I go to Hell,
Will God punish me for that sin?
Or will I punish myself,
And never forgive myself within?

Ive lost all my emotions,
I simply cannot choose.
Because no matter the choice,
It seems I seem to lose.

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