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As I Slowly Grow More Numb
They've found me
Curled up in the corner
I was always meant to be
A broken, shattered loner
No one's ever shown me love
Even my life was an accident
Ripped from above
Into a life without precedent
They tried to end my life
Before I came out of the womb
He refused to take her as his wife
So my future she tried to consume
To her dismay, I didn't die
I held tight to life
I never meant to make her cry
Or to cause her painful strife
So she gave me to another
A family meant to care
But this secondary mother
Did nothing but beat and scare
Taken from her hold
I was thrown into a place
Where no one had been told
They were not a sad disgrace
That's what we believed ourselves to be
Locked inside this "home"
Our own value we couldn't see
We felt so all alone
We held onto each other
The closest thing I've felt to love
One young man who became my brother
Until he decided he'd had enough
He left our torturous prison
Unable to take me too
His time for freedom had arisen
Before he left he said, "I love you"
Part of me believed
And the pain welled up inside
So often I'd been deceived
That most of me thought he'd lied
Once again I was alone
Left all to myself
Forever to atone
While I sit upon the shelf
Labeled "lost but never found"
For no one wants to find
A girl still left uncrowned
And so sadly blind
The scars upon my wrists
Tell the tale of what I've seen
How I've tried to find Death's kiss
But even Death won't kiss me
So instead I lie in bed
Waiting for a hero to come
Wishing I were dead
As I slowly grow more numb
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