My life got ripped away from the fibres of my being.
No soul.
No home.
All that’s left are broken bones.
And I’m always left on my own.
How do I put some colour into my bleak world?
Will there ever be hope for something beautiful to unfurl?
I guess while I try to put stars in the sky I’ll try not to hide because fearing my demise is a waste of time. But I feel like nothing will ever be mine.
If only for once something could work out before I’m at the end of the line.