Please have mercy on my mind
Instead you leave me to die inside
One day, you will realise the mistakes you have made along the line
Until, then we will complain once again and nothing will happen

So, when will I be treated better
Instead I am becoming as light as a feather
I am worn to skin will your lack of divine wisdom
Your let me fall further into despair
You don’t even care
How is this fair?

My heart is filled with pain
You continue to do the same
My life is a game
I am puppet on strings
You have the power to cut them lose, so you do

Over and over again
My brain is bruised from you punches
I will never be out of clutches
There are no branches to hold on too
There is nothing to say than please have mercy on my brain
Once again

© Rosie Burnham