She Ate My Porridge

When she cried in my arms on the 16th. I felt like dying. but i'll have to stay alive. i have to.
protect her, heal her, hold her and let her fly when she can walk. then clouds of brown soon engulfed me. i grew dizzy in the mystic haze. i had drained her pain, drained my powers. let pain visits the immune, the cold, the selfless, the dead. ( except for tummy upsets.)