To some, life is a curse
To others, it's a blessing
I have found little of any
Despite a life long search
On my knees confessing
Victim of feeding frenzy
As I've opened my heart
Instead it is ripped out
When I confess my sins
I am accused of doubt
Why should I bother
There is so little left
My beloveds gone
I am made bereft
I am bleeding inside
And broken in pain
Stripped of my dignity
Again called a stain
