Loki71 Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 Here I sit again Broken and torn Like a rag doll Thrown aside Ripped from the world Torn at the seems No one to care No one to see I lay here on my shelf Wishing I could play Looking around All the joy I see Laughing and giggles None for me Crying no longer helps Pray for dying But no response Blackness all I am allowed My only world is in this room Alone I lay here Torn and ripped Tossed aside by god And left to sit I can only hope For a day to come Where fire my world Is consumed Link to comment
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