Just A Broken Lullaby

I feel lost...
like a bird would feel without it's wing's.
Like wondering..
if it will ever fly again?
My aura was a bright yellow
filled with happiness and dreams.
Now it's red and black,
the soul of a broken and scarred little girl.
People would say to me..
" your so pretty ".
When I look in the mirror,
I don't see anything, but a waste of existence.
Then I meet Mr. Razor
or as I call him, my only friend.
He taught me to lie,
to my surprise he told me I was a very good one.
My feeling's are shot. gone. they have vanished.
Along with my hopes, if you see them tell them i want them back.
i miss being able to feel.
to feel loved... wanted.
But it's to late, I gave up along time ago.
Iwas once a beautiful. happy. cherished melody.
Now im a sad. depressed. and ugly.
so go ahead call me a broken lullaby I agree with you.

A/N= YEA I FEEL THIS WAY. EVERYDAY. AND FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS I HAVE TRIED BUT I DONT THINK IT WILL LAST MUCH LONGER. TO ALL OF YOU GUYS IM SORRY.