My heart was crushed.
My individuality was tainted.
My purity taken.
My whole being destroyed.
How do you get out of the grave where you were buried alive?
How do you breathe when you’re suffocating?
How do keep those eyes from watching you?
How do you keep your head tall?
How do you continue living when you are already dead?
When it was a second before my death
While I was struggling for my life
Your light shine upon me
I saw your hand reach out
I was scared to touch it
Afraid that it too would hurt
That this light would blind me and cause more pain
But I heard you whisper
Your soothing voice calmed everything
You said the word and I was healed.
