My life is horrid,
Recked and with pain,
Scars all over,
From the hurt bestowed on thee,
For all I know is that it's cursed,
And all my life,
I had some much wrong happen to me,
Never a tear shed for thee,
Crying to sleep emotionality,
In pain each night,
Where no love exists,
From a dark to a light,
Why must this angel live in hell,
Chained to it's gates,
Never being set free,
Always living in lie,
Never happy and free,
This angel of the light.
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