I Died For You

I Died that day. It might be my darkest confession. I died the day I said I do. I signed my life away. I don't get to live freely anymore. I used to be extravagant, get tattoos on a whim. pierce my body, die my hair. I used to party and not care how I felt, I was fun. I died the day I said I do.

I died that day. The day I lost our unborn child. I died the day I hurt till I felt nothing. I didn't want a child up until that day when I knew I would never hold her. I died the day I decided she would forever be a memory of pain.

I died that day. The day I said lets try again. The day I had to hold back the pain from losing her to hopefully give her siblings. I died that day because nothing worked until I said lets stop. I died the day I started vomiting, and found out I was carrying him.

I died that day. I died the day he was born. I wasn't their. I had been so medicated that I wasn't there. I missed his first days because of medical exhaustion. I died the day I missed out on holding him an showing him to our family.

I died that day because I had a reason to live. But now it's a constant battle to stay alive.