To be, or not to be?
There is a life inside of me,
A life that shouldn’t have yet been.
So here am I left to ponder
Whether the life is meant to be, or not to be
But to dismiss a life is murder
To murder is a sin
But to continue life without loving
Is damnation waiting to happen.
How can I learn to love a life,
That’s going to take so much of my own?
How can I convince myself that this is right,
How do I tell myself that this life is for me to love?
I am left to drown in an ocean of uncertainty,
A pool of guilt and anxiety
There is a life growing inside of me,
But is it meant to be, or not to be?