I am broken in places that cannot be fixed.

 

I never saw that second star on the right and could not wait till morning.

I am ready for that final adventure, to die.

 

It isn’t so hard a decision once you’ve crawled through the pain of life.

 

How is it that to grow up is such a trial?

I wanted the glamour of adulthood, not the punishment of reality.

 

I am broken in places that cannot be fixed.

 

My wish on a star never came true.

The evil in my home kept constricting around me, tightening its grasp on my soul.

 

To die is not cowardice but bravery.

 

My life is gone, the way a shoe is lost in a race of time.

I do not dare wish for beauty any longer.

 

I am broken in places that cannot be fixed.

 

How is it fair to make me scream inside?

To make life unworthy of my beating heart?

 

I will die at my hand, not by those of the hunters of the vulnerable.

 

My world is a darkened forest,

Haunted by those who wished for me to fail.