Just when I was resigning myself to the fate of a short-lived-cruel-twist-of-ironic-fate ending
The prospects of having my reproductive tubes ruptured and cut off
Scares me a million times more than immediate death itself
Silly to entertain such thoughts I know
I just cannot stand the thought of never being able to be good enough
For the life I wanted to lead
For the partner I would want to be with
I'm so tired of waiting
I'm so tired of worrying
I'm so sick of the lack of answers to their unconfident diagnosis
Is this it?
I dun wanna look at the websites anymore
But I cannot help looking them up over and over again
Typing different variations of key search words
Only to get the same answers over and over again
"Nobody can confirm, anything is possible...."
