The Day I Died

January 15th is the day of my death.
On this day my life was taken, it is the day that my parental rights were ripped from me. I am no longer a mom, yet I am still a mother. I may still be living in body, but my soul is dead.
My soul is a very dark and lonely place.
You are sure to see it upon my face,
cause the pain I just can't erase.
The pain I feel is nothing but the raw deal. The scars are so deep they can never heal.
I may not be dead in body, but I am dead in soul. January 15th is the day of my death, so let me rest in peace and maybe one day the pain will cease.