Alone I fall, from a broken family tree...

"Understand what I've become, was not my design"

BROKEN FAMILY TREE


Seeds of destruction,
drenched with dysfunction.
Exclusively the new branches,
thrive with spiteful progression.

Schism is lingering near,
yearning for any attachment,
Only to be consumed
By lifeless fear.

Alone, I fall.
Never to connect.
Abandoned, neglected,
Into the Earth, I plummet.

The element of me,
she will stand strong.
Burying new seeds,
Nurturing the tiny life.

Deserving to thrive.
They will survive.

The days I spent so cold, so hungry,Were full of hate, I was so angryThe scars run deep inside this tattooed bodyThere's things I'll take to my graveBut I'm okay