
I deserve more than this silent fight,
To be cherished, to be loved, to be remembered in light.
I left myself at that old door,
Unlearned the lessons I once swore.
Cleared the slates, erased the past,
To write a story I thought would last.
Now here I stand, a ghost untold,
A shadow of who I was, grown cold.
I don’t exist, I’m lost, I fade,
A silent echo in the life I’ve made.
Ignored, forgotten, lost in the crowd,
I speak, but my voice feels muffled, loud.
When I reach for the warmth I need,
I’m met with cold, a heart that’s freed.
I deserve the light, the gentle touch,
The kindness, the love, the tenderness much.
Not shadows, not neglect, nor endless night,
But to be seen, to be held, to be right.
I long for peace, for joy, for grace,
To seek my worth in a brighter space.
Not here, where the echoes fade,
But where my spirit can feel unafraid.
For I deserve more than this silent fight,
To be cherished, to be loved, to be remembered in light.

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