Tell me this empty feeling goes away.
Tell me the tears, the agony and the heart break fade.
Tell me my heart will slow down enough for me to breathe properly.
Tell me I will be able to eat properly again.
Tell me I will be able to pick myself and dust myself off before tomorrow so I can go into work and I don’t lose my job for having too much time off.
Tell me people will stop telling me “if it’s meant to be it will be” and “one day you will have a baby” and “no doctor has officially told you you’re infertile and can’t have children”.
Tell me one day this huge house will be filled with the tears and laughter of a child we created out of love.
Tell me one day this pain will end and I will be happy again.
Tell me it gets better…
please tell me it gets better…