My First childhood memory
I see myself twisting in the Wind
From the Rope named betrayal
There is no one here to pick me up
If I should fall or I should fail
I have only depended upon myself
Ive always been here all alone
I learned at an early age
That you don't alway's reep what you've sown
Beaten and abused, by those I love
Just for existing within the same space
I couldn't say how many nights I'd pray
For the answers but Only silence filled its place
I grew up heartless just the shell
Of a dream I Should Have Become
I could have been given a little love
A Little Mercy but I was graced with none
The simplest of things were never given
Why would I think anything else would
You just loved to watch me twist in the Wind
You punished me,
You destroyed me,
Not for what I did. But beause you could
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