BEING IN A HURTFUL PLACE

Nobody wants or loves me;

I feel like I'm on my own.

How can I ever cope in here,

When I won't have a home?



I'm growing without reason.

I'm growing. No-one cares.

I'm just a bloody nuisance,

That they don't want to be theirs.



They won't be kissing me goodnight.

They won't be kissing me at all.

I'm something they'll soon get rid of,

And never get the chance to hold.



Nobody wants or loves me.

Soon my sad life will be through.

What a hurtful place it feels like,

When your parents abort you.





Around 2003