Why I Live
Sweet as a cupcake,
Busy as a bee,
She is my daughter,
And she is why I live.
My depression is dark,
My anxiety thick,
But she is my light,
And she is why I live.
Silly and smart,
Plump as a peach,
She is my daughter,
And she is why I live.
My battle is endless,
My armor worn thin,
But she is my army,
And she is why I live.
So sassy, so simple,
As cute as a kitten,
She is my daughter,
And she is why I live.
My medicine makes my hands shake,
My ability to cope sometime fails,
But she is my hope,
And she is why I live.
Why I wake up,
Why I push on,
My reason,
My purpose,
She is my daughter,
And she is why I live.
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