Every time I walk past one of those signs, I cry. You know the ones.

The world isn’t divided into two sides like they think—black and white, no, there’s so many other shades in between. Don’t they know what they’re doing? They’re killing me, a little more each day.

I didn’t ask for anything that happened to me. I’m fifteen! I didn’t ask that the pregnancy test come up positive. I didn’t even ask to be driven to the abortion clinic…it just happened. And I hated it. I hated walking by those signs.

Do you think I don’t feel? Do you think I wanted to kill my baby? I’m a person too, that choice didn’t take that away! I’m just a girl, trying to keep on a normal life. But when I see those signs, I feel like the worst person in the world.

You can’t know how it hurts, to wake up every morning, knowing a child won’t be born because of you. The dreams I wake up from, screaming. You just make it worse.

You say abortion is murder. What does that make me?

I’m not a murderer! I’m a girl trying to live.