Analysis of jojo girl

while lying on the cold hard floor of a small room full of ultrasounds and many blessed smiles.
as i wait for the nurse to return with what becomes the delivering of my worst fears a big mark held in a small file.
destroying every inch of my heart.
noone else around me except the voices in my head
with piercing cries i crawl to what they call a bed.
4 walls of connection comes the worst of them all how do i keep holding onto faith?
How could a god so loving take a life so innocent and so small, i cant help to hold so much hate!
so damaged and hurt comes the blood rushing from inside.
for what i thought was a lie, how am i to deny the truth?
i see all the nurses and hospital staff.
they all come running when i begun to relapse.