DIED FROM THE LACK OF LOVE

 

 

DIED FROM THE LACK OF LOVE

I don't know why I wasn't loved.

I don't think I was a bad person.

I would give anything to know why - - -

 

My mother couldn't love me

Perhaps I was an inconvenience

Or demanded too much of her

My father said; get rid of "It," the "It" was me

My life was too short, only three months I was doing fine

But one day someone hurt me, a moment later I was gone

 

 I tried to cry out but my voice couldn't be heard

All I really know is, I died from the lack of love

 

 I wasn't loved from the time I was conceived nor while I lived

And not even a decent funeral when I lost my life

All that remains of me is a bad memory, an "It" that wasn't loved

Now there is no picture of me to be hung on the wall

It was as if I never existed at all

 

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