I'm small and torn, and lost inside,
a product of my own demise.
I do not know where I came from,
I can't forget the things I've done.
I roam this earth, an empty shell,
my memories take me straight to Hell.
I search for a glimpse of any light,
in the darkness of my lonely night.
Tears flow down my tear-stained face,
as I'm consumed with guilt and rage.
No longer will I love again,
for pain is now my constant friend.
I pray at times my life will end,
for sorrow is my new best friend.
But I must face this life alone,
with no where I can call my home.