I was found, only to be lost again. I was loved, only to be hated again. To be bereaved, dead-to-rights, forgotten. To be done with, wronged with, pain stricken. I wasn't dead, only to suffer again. I wasn't killed, only to be tortured again. To be deceived, corrupted, beyond hope. To be hurt so much, unable to cope. I am, but a broken person, shattered. I am, but a million pieces, scattered. With nothing to care for, love or cherish. I am, but a soul waiting to perish ... -By Taha