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My heart’s an empty, broken home, A place of shadows where I roam. The light I see is just a snare, A cruel mirage to taunt despair. My mind’s a void of darkened screams, A whirlpool filled with evil dreams. Each time I close my weary eyes, I drown in whispers, pain, and lies. I draw to me the cruel and cold, Who use, betray, and leave me sold. A poisoned well, a barren tree, While others bloom, untouched, and free. A puppy lost, without a place, Kicked and shunned in every space. A bird that’s caged, wings bound and tied, Dreaming of freedom but denied. I am the ghost no one can see, Forgotten till they have a plea. A tool they use, a hand they take, But never give for kindness’ sake. I am the helper, never helped, The silent cry that’s never felt. A soul unseen, alone, bereft, Always needed, always left.