I need something to numb the pain,
something to take it all away...

I didn't ask to be born into this world I didn't...
yet there I was; vulnerable and lost...

I am now eight weeks old,
in this world which I think I am beginning to...

I am currently twelve weeks old
and this world is ever-changing...

Deep secrets become reopened
as blood releases pent up pain...

The shadowy gift of tears returns
to touch the abyss that has become my heart...

I was never Daddy's little Princess,
you were never Mummy's little Prince...

I believe that you were killed,
even if it wasn't murder by the book...

If this life is only temporary,
then tell me please...

My wish is that you kindly walk away
and never look back at me...

The vicious truth has now been exposed in the open...
travelling vastly through the great vine...

Forever and ever doesn't exist,
it only lives within lies and broken promises...