December 31, 2013.
The day my baby got its wings.
My little angel, my only sunshine.
I’ll never understand, I’ll never know why.
Jesus says he wants you home.
But please don’t leave me here alone.
You’re as beautiful as I can imagine.
Because God built you with such perfection.
Hush little baby don’t you cry.
Mommy will never leave your side.
My precious baby, my bundle of joy.
My whole world is now completely destroyed.
Take my hand, and hold it tight.
I guess I’m not ready to say goodbye.
I can’t stop dwelling on the past.
Maybe because it all happened so fast.
I keep telling myself, it’s not my fault.
I was just hoping for different results.
I cut my wrists, I cut my veins.
Anything to numb the pain.
But I promise everything’s alright.
Although, it’d be better if you were still alive.
December 31, 2013.
The day my baby got its wings.