When I am left alone with my thoughts,
all that comes up is what
I have done wrong in my life.
Getting pregnant when I was 18,
I love my son more than anything.
He thinks I should have given him up.
I trusted a man when I was 20, fell
in love and got pregnant.
He told he didn't really love me.
At 24, I met a man I thought I
would spend the rest of my life with.
He left me before I turned 37.
I have been alone now for 4
years, wanting and needing,
but not for sex, just to be touched.
I can go on with my life, at
times I thought I couldn't
that I should end it.
But I do not give up,
give in,
quit.
Not ever.
