every morning
I wake up
and realise
you aren’t there
every evening
I fall asleep
proud of me
because I survived
another day
without you

Years ago......today was the day I died
****** it to this wicked world to survive

I don't no where I was before this life
But I'm sure it was sweeter than all this strife

Because on that day at the window seal sat the inky black Crow
To witness the birth of another dead soul

I guess I am sick,
I have been to hospitals had over night visits,
I am not a brave person,
Save that for your cancer patients,
I am slowly turning my back on everyone because I want them to stab me,
They can get me now, cause me great pain,
And I will forgive them for finishing my last day,
I am here of my own accord.
My own cercumstances,
I caused all of this I just made one mistake,
I survived.
Defeating the whole, purpose of , my poisons and potions.
I survived sadly.

Today I saw my ******
He was with his family
A little girl rode on his shoulders
I watched him laugh with them
As my insides boiled
And I collapsed
Amongst a crowded atrium.

I've seen him in passing before
But never like this
Never before had he looked more human
Than monster

I look at the scars I have
The scars I've caused myself
And I wonder if I should be proud
Proud that I survived all that pain
Or ashamed that I caused it

That fragile cry
Those tiny hands
Such a small body, such big pain.
That tiny heart that pumps much too hard,
That tiny heart was pierced much too young.

So close to death,
So close to life,
So in between,
It isn’t right.

Will they hear the pitter-patter
        of little feet running?
Will they hear the softest of cries
        so early in the morning?
Will she grow and become strong?
Will she go, and leave us so young?

Too young to fight,
Too young to give up,
Too young to die,
Too young to live.

Little Abigail, close your eyes
        you will not have to fight.
Mommy has you in her hands
       everything will be alright.
Grow big and strong in the Lord
       for you are meant for so much more.

Little Abigail, close your eyes, and sleep.
From you I want to hear not a peep.
Rest now and later we shall see.
The running, the growing, of your little feet.

Abigail Madison Elise Nevitt,
              AMEN is cried out for you.
AMEN, the name given to you.
Borne on Good Friday,
               she came home on Easter.
God bless that little heart,
              she was blessed from the very start.