StellaSoliz

Living is a punishment; Death would treat me better. I have no reason to stay Here, where I am battered, tortured, and bruised For your amusement. I have had enough. Yet my silence remains. Fear of your anger kept me quiet all these years Among the ranks suffering unseen, Invisible to the ones who do not bear our affliction. But then into my darkness, another came, My savior, Who alone gave me reason for life And kept me sane through my agony In this world, where once I stood Within Death's grasp in my pain and depression. But now, in my misery, in your arms is my comfort. In you I find my hope. In you, my light, My Angel.

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