Written by: belinda morgan

My only desire is to forget this 
My heart restlessly wanders, 
there is nothing gained.
A life bereft of happiness and 
Treated me like one broken toy.

while anger sits, it whispers in 
your ear.
Deeply trying to control with 
your weird fear.
I have faced the demons that 
you surly hold.
Creeping weeds of hate touch 
and hurt my soul.
All I have is a legacy of real 
With this crippled heart,I will 
indeed suffer tomorrow.