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As I Slowly Grow More Numb
They've found me
 Curled up in the corner
 I was always meant to be
 A broken, shattered loner
 
 No one's ever shown me love
 Even my life was an accident
 Ripped from above
 Into a life without precedent
 
 They tried to end my life
 Before I came out of the womb
 He refused to take her as his wife
 So my future she tried to consume
 
 To her dismay, I didn't die
 I held tight to life
 I never meant to make her cry
 Or to cause her painful strife
 
 So she gave me to another
 A family meant to care
 But this secondary mother
 Did nothing but beat and scare
 
 Taken from her hold
 I was thrown into a place
 Where no one had been told
 They were not a sad disgrace
 
 That's what we believed ourselves to be
 Locked inside this "home"
 Our own value we couldn't see
 We felt so all alone
 
 We held onto each other
 The closest thing I've felt to love
 One young man who became my brother
 Until he decided he'd had enough
 
 He left our torturous prison
 Unable to take me too
 His time for freedom had arisen
 Before he left he said, "I love you"
 
 Part of me believed
 And the pain welled up inside
 So often I'd been deceived
 That most of me thought he'd lied
 
 Once again I was alone
 Left all to myself
 Forever to atone
 While I sit upon the shelf
 
 Labeled "lost but never found"
 For no one wants to find
 A girl still left uncrowned
 And so sadly blind
 
 The scars upon my wrists
 Tell the tale of what I've seen
 How I've tried to find Death's kiss
 But even Death won't kiss me
 
 So instead I lie in bed
 Waiting for a hero to come
 Wishing I were dead
 As I slowly grow more numb

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