I lie bare, everything now exposed,
My emotions all but decomposed.
Loneliness, suffering and pain,
Seems my fighting was all in vain.
Labeled as a survivor,
Iíve become the lost reviver.
Now haled as the one to admire,
Iíd rather be thrown into the pyre.
Make my life mean something,
Rather burn, than feel like nothing.
My torment is too big for someone who feels so small,
Iím always fighting myself, trying to give my all.
Try, try, try, fail, fail, fail!
Forever self labeled as a paravail.
Donít look up to me,
Iíll never be free.
Endlessly locked in my cerebral dungeon,
The smell of despair overly pungent.
Falling, falling, nothing can pull me out of this hole,
Every aspect of me is there, including my soul.
Wait, whatís this I see?
This can not be.
A reason to be alive,
A reason to thrive.
Pulled from the depths of obscurity,
By newborn purity.
Sudden wash of calm,
As now I am a mom.
Written by Nocturnalbutterfly
Author's Note
My newborn purity is now nine years old.
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