Grown Child

Thu, 10/03/2013 - 18:01 -- lexmcq

My childhood is gone, 

Snatched away before the hands of time deemed it to be,

I sit all alone in that crowd,

Slumped in a corner,

Blade to my wrist,

Wondering why I exist as anything other than a play toy,

Something for you to use and abuse,

To take my innocence away,

To make me age before my time,

To destroy me,

Before I've even been created.

 

 

 

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