I am a torn down paper
Crushed and pulled apart.
I am a fallen leaf on the pathway,
Trodden and put to grave.
I am the molten lava that’s stoned,
Ugly and dark with frozen hard bones.
I am an empty container disposed,
Rejected and distort.
I am a colourless flower
With roots devoid of love.
I am a storm that never surfaced,
A battle no-one fought.
Cold and silent,
I am inhuman with no emotion left.
I am a promise unkept,
Damaged and infected.