Every time I walk past one of these signs, I cry.

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 to be raped. 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.