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Mar 2014
noun.
a trace of infection, contamination, or the like

Do you know what it feels like? To be washed up and used?
Do you know what it feels like to be left broken and bruised?
Days of laughter and joy all but cease to exist.
While you're stuck with leftover memories on your wrist.

Contaminated, ugly, and possibly infected.
It won't shock me if by everyone I am rejected.
*****, sour, and a little bit sore
Makes the pain beneath my chest burn deep in my core.

How can I be liked, how can I be loved?
When it seems my throat is where the pain has been shoved?
I wear the marks and the sores openly, on my sleeve.
Where the truth of everything makes it hard to believe
That someone can like me, someone can love me
Because all I wanted was to be his one and only.

I blame myself, make myself to be the victim
So I can swallow the pain so it's constantly hidden.
I cry, I scream, and sometimes I beg
That instead of everything failing it continues instead.

My head is filled with doubts, "logic" at it's best.
That when it comes down to it, I'll always fail the test.
But I believe in You, with every fiber of my being.
Although right now I'm, "Believing is seeing."

My heart aches, and I sometimes feel sick
Because I'm dreading the possibility that I'm in the middle of a trick.
Because as I sit here, part of me is dying.
The math and the signs makes me see there's no denying,
That while someone once liked me, someone once loved me
I'm broken and used and while it's all behind me

I wish it wasn't happening, wish it wasn't true
That we didn't lose something that never came through.
So we can go back to normal, doubt free and happy.
Because my heart aches for me to remember us sappy.

You're there all around us, protecting and watching.
I know you can do things that I have no way of stopping.
So I ask right now, in this confusion and hurt
That deep in our soul you make something stir.
The love and the caring and the passion within
Can withstand all the distraction and sin.

So we can go back to that place You had us before
Happy and carefree and falling in love once more.
miscarriage, pregnancy, loss, pain, love
Sharayah Jennifer
Written by
Sharayah Jennifer  Salem, OR
(Salem, OR)   
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