Poor soul

Oh poor soul
you were brought into this world
in a beautiful form
by humans with empty hearts.

Your life
always a struggle
to find someone who cares for you
treats you right.

That sweet-talking stranger
you trusted
only exploited you
preying on your weakness.

In a great despair
over this existence
you gave up
on this sick twisted world.

It’s hard to grow up with no one to care for you. Just when you think you found someone who does, they screw you over and you’re back to square one. But try again. And again. Don’t give up on life.

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