I was born into this world
Tethered firmly down by the affections
Of those who loved me 
They made the world what it was
Beautiful and bright
But as I grew
And saw the hatred
The bitterness
The hurt 
That this world has caused 
My heart grew cold
Slowly the care of those
I desperately loved 
They withdrew their devotion
Left me to wander alone
My broken heart in my hands
I became 
A nomad in my own world
Slowly the tethers that separated me
From this earthly hell
And heaven
Were fiercely and without warning
I drifted 
Somewhere between reality 
And my fantasy
The more I drifted 
Less I cared of those I had loved
And more of escaping
Out of this hell I'm living.

The End

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