When is it going to get better?
How much longer do I have to plaster a fake smile on my face?
How many more mornings do I have to wake up knowing I have to face the world when all I want to do is hide?
How many more friends and family members are going to tell me they're pregnant. How many more times do I have to pretend to be excited for them?
How many more news articles do I have to read of people beating their infants, or crack heads giving birth to drug addicted babies, when I, a good, hard-working person, cant ever hold my own baby in my arms.
How many more times do I have to lie, and say, "I'm good" when someone asks "How are you?"
How many more days do I have to go on, wondering why, if there is a God, did he choose to do this to me?
When does the nightmare end?