Abused and Broken

Too late for pity, Too late for games,
Too late at night to hear my dad call my name.

Harshwords, Sharpknives,
and my blood pours like rain,
Fed up with life, i Hate these Damned games!
Tired of crying, slowly, vainly dying,
while demons whisper in my ear, \"why even bother trying?\"

A Helpless soul, looking to dance,
to give my life just one more chance.
A blackened heart, a burnt out light, A broken girl awaiting flight,
trapped in a world of endless night,
An oblivion world of unparralelled fights.

Everynight, i spend on my knees, begging to my father...\"spare me, just this once..please!\"
In the hopes that someone just might happen to care,
though i know that the world is cold and unfair.

A bruised arm, a broken wrist,
another chance, one last wish.
As i lay on the floor, razor clutched in my fist,
Atlast i had my final wish.
A pool of blood, reflecting my face...
....A poor broken girl, who\'d finally found her place....

-MSG