You'd think
After all my fights and struggles
That I'd get stronger
But I am not
I am getting weak and frail
So much that the wind could blow me
And my ever present tears away in a single gust
I am still regretting being born into this horror
Into this place where my life
Meant nothing in the first place
I am bound by chains of DNA
To this family
In hell
I can never break the chains
But I do often dream
Of what the future will hold
I do dream there will be a day
Where my life will be drastically better
And I will no longer scream to deaf ears
For mercy
