A Poem of An Unwanted Soul

Born crooked and cradled half-hearted I was a residue of false hope and demented feelings Each day suffers my existence A paralysis to my mother, burden to my stepfather Seeking attention, looking for love; do I deserve? I was nice to the touch, a burning torch deep inside My parents lived a slow death; I was high Unfulfilled, unwanted and scarred To my family, I was a broken mold They were adamant, would I contest? To my fair share of love To the pieces I have given and I have never taken back I am slowly dismembered; now darkness embraces me to see the light A bottle of intoxication and a few pills to add To all the ones I loved, will this occasion be joyous or sad?