My father is never there
to comfort my tears.
My stepmother
never really cared.
Elders brothers
have pained me so.
I can never forget
all the tears
unshed.
I wish to cry
to the moon and stars,
to the sun and clouds.
But who would listen
to a lost soul
such as me?
My heart,
my heart,
so easily torn.
I cast it aside,
so I can feel
no more.
Mever more
should my heart ache.
Never more
shall a tear shed.
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