A psyche torn, a body worn from a world of endless abuse
Tormented, scorned, forever mourning what once was... but it's no use
The shame and pain stay with me like unwelcomed friends,
and the vicious cycle begins again to break me there and then

To rise above, to be reborn, to break free from these chains,
are childish dreams, amid tears and screams... no need now to pretend
For without hope to carry me, I wither into dust
another victim scattered to the winds, a shattered soul-- now lost

The End

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