How I felt: At the hospital...
 

Now I know
Now I can see
That I will never
Have what I need
I'll never be a daughter
To anyone
I'll probably never
Have a son
It was so
Painfully clear
Tonight
That what you were saying
Was goodbye
I'm so sorry
It's all my fault
And now I must
Show myself the way out
I've worn-out my welcome
In your life
I've worn-out my welcome
As your wife
I'm sorry for all
Of my unkind words
I'm sorry that they
Had to be heard
I'm sorry
For being mentally ill
I'm sorry that I must
Take a pill
I'm sorry that
I've wasted your time
With all
Of these
Problems of mine
I know that I don't
Belong to you
Not in the way
The way that
They do
The way
That I've
Wanted to
But how could I?
My veins
Do not
Run with your blood
The blood
That runs
Through my veins
Has no one to claim
I'm sorry for thinking
Of me
For being so
Selfish
And I know now
That I am
Not welcome