Battered and Bruised

The past has taken its toll on many a poor soul who have had the privilege to cross its wretched path. Taken away precious treasures never to be returned. For some of us ripped away in merciless sorrow. The gifts given at birth, stolen during those shattered moments when we have no control. When we are ensnared within the twisted web cast by fates design, nothing can set us free. Like toys set out to play before the child, whose spoiled. Yes I have felt my life to be as such. A doll played with, abused without thought, broken then thrown away. Laughed at. Forgotten. Easily left behind. It was so easy for you to give me away...