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