Cause I'm broken

Found this while surfing the net,

Week 4
Mommy, I am only 4 mm long, but I have some of my organs like my eyes and a spinal cord. I love the vibrations whenever you speak. Every time I feel it, I wave my arm and leg buds. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby. And my heart is beating too, just like yours...

Week 8
Mommy, if you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I have tiny fingers and toes now. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. I only weigh a gram. It is so nice and warm in here.

Week 12
You know what Mommy? I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Week 16
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I look more like you now. My eyes and ears are in place. I spend alot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

Week 20
I can hear you clearly Mommy. Every single word you say, your laughter, your cries...

I know you went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He's wrong. He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby...

I think and feel. You felt me too, Mommy, you felt me moving inside of you. You cried whenever you felt that. And also when the doctor said abortion.
Abortion?
Mommy, what's that?

Week 24
Mommy I can see now, my eyes are finally open!!

But I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. He keeps saying the word abortion. Mommy, you haven't tell me what's that? Mommy... huh...

... something is intruding my home.... ow...

The doctor called it a needle...Mommy what's happening? It hurts! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! Help...

(two days later)

My home... Its smaller now. Tighter. I feel suffocated. Mommy, what's wrong?
Am I suppose to come out now? Huh... Ouch!

What's that? Its pulling my legs down. Am I suppose to come out? Its hurting me. The evil man called it a forcep. Its painful Mommy. He's pulling me out of you. But I'm not ready Mommy...

...

Mommy, I'm out. I'm out. I can breathe freely now. I can see you. You saw me too. You're crying Momm..

(The evil man inserts scissors into the base of the skull while the baby is still alive, breathing, and the scissors blades are spread apart to create an opening. A suction catheter is placed into the opening and the brain is sucked out. The skull collapses and it (he) is removed.)

Week 28
Mommy, I am okay. I am in the Almighty's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. I forgive you Mommy.

He told me about my father. And about the time he raped you. I forgive him too, Mommy.

But why didn't you want me Mommy?
Why?

I love you Mommy.
And you could have loved me too, if you had given me the chance.

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never feel.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

I'm against murder. Are you?

This story is entirely fictional, but the horrific procedures are not.
It is one of many abortion procedures that are being carried out today.
This baby was fortunate, at least he was able to see the world, though briefly.

Others are not, some are simply denied blood supply and suffocate to death, some are cut by a surgical knife into many pieces to be suctioned out of the uterus and some are simply crushed to death with forceps and are removed from the uterus in pieces.

Abortion equates to murder, denying someone a chance to live.

There are other choices for unwanted and unplanned pregnancies. And abortion should not be one of them.
There is help.
Give life a chance.

PLEASE spread the message by re-posting this in your blog or forward this via email.



Jumper - Third Eye Blind

I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in
And if you do not want to see me again I would understand
I would understand
The angry boy a bit too insane
Icing over a secret pain
You know you don't belong
You're the first to fight
You're way too loud
You're the flash of light on a burial shroud
I know somethings wrong
Well everyone I know has got a reason
To say put the past away