You treat me like if I'm not real,
I only wish you knew just how I feel.
Being treated like a rag doll,
that never ceased to fall.
Would you care to look into my eyes,
and see all my demise?
All this is 'cause of you,
if only you knew.
This is my demise,
and all your truths are but lies.
Another brokenness added to my flesh,
along with pains nonetheless.
I ask myself, "Will I ever wake up,
become anew and empty my cup?"
It's sad that I can't stand the likes of you,
yet there's nothing I can do.
I'm ashamed to call you family,
and all I want is to be set free.