Sad Situation

I wasn't wanted. My mother was young. I'll never play football, or bask in the sun. I'm sorry, if now, i am offending you. But i think it's your right to hear my story too. I was killed at twelve weeks. My body near formed. But mum wasn't ready. Her parents forlorn. I wanted to laugh, and to play, and to sing.
But i wasn't wanted.
And thrown in the bin.