Every day I live…

For every day I live a small piece of me dies. For all the moments I spend with out you, for all the breaths you’ll never take, for all the smiles you’ll never smile, for all the tears you’ll never shed a piece of me dies. I find my way for her, I make myself go on for Annabelle. I live because her innocence saves me, her laughter gives me strength, and her touch is my saving grace. For every breath she takes, for all the smiles she smiles, for all the love she has, a piece of me holds on. I can’t explain the way I feel I have this terrible urge to die, this insatiable lust for the end. Yet I am always stopped by feelings of guilt, guilt so earth shattering that I feel as if I have betrayed the one thing, the one person that is saving my life. She doesn’t know it, hopefully she never will. She is my guardian angel, my miracle baby, she is hope, love, happiness, she is you. She is your smile, your eyes shining bright and blue. She is your face, your ears, your blonde curls. She is your fingers and toes. She is the one thing I have left of you, and the one thing I will never let go of. She is my whole heart. It may be shadowed by sadness, lost in an empty abyss, but she is it. Annabelle Rai Lynn Bruce…for everyday she lives, I find a way to hold on too.