My heart is bruised and battered.
Soul was abused and shattered.
Flesh is worn and tattered.
I know there's alot to be happy for,
Lots of things and people to adore.
In spite of this, I feel I can't go on any more.
Sometimes I'm so full of hurt it makes me sad.
Other times I'm so passionate, it drives me mad.
Most of the time people say I'm just evil and bad.
I'm feeling confused and so very lost.
I know what to do. but what is the cost?
One day I hope to be loved and not feel so crossed.
Until then, I go on day after day,
Put on a good front and keep the sadness at bay.
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