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father

 

up

 

a

above

how

can

you look

and still love

this fallen child

born broke

painted with a plastic

smile

to cover my cracked face

demon tormented

tied up and down

in this lonely place

father

i am

starving

so many are unforgiving

i am fallen

worthless

helpless

things are so cold

if only

someone would hold

my body

till i could feel

a love

thats real

if only your angels

would come and hold

what is left

of a tormented soul