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Broken, Withered, Shattered, and Torn

These are some words to describe me

A life of happiness is what i was sworn

A life of hate into which i was born

People always talk about their family tree

Chopped down my family tree did thee

It never had a chance, its roots barely in the ground

On everyone's face was always a frown

Mother and father were never around

My broken heart mended with pain

Always sure to never leave a stain

A stain of happiness is all i long for

like the jeans i wear my heart is tore

My mind they play like a pawn

I'm always told i am a demons spawn

Why must they torture me so?

I suppose i must deserve it though

When i die, i shall be laid to rest

I wish my dear siblings all of the best...