Love Starved
my heart has been broke and bruised
By my own family iv been abused
There is more hate than love in the house
Happiness is just word that i know
but the feeling is treasure i cant seem to get
Every fault and wrong falls on my head
I spend my days in my room on my bed
wishing i could they would one day find me dead
I have a purpose and goal i have to achieve
The idea of death is then pushed away
i am going to spread my wings in fly with the birds
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