Broken and sorry
No one can tell our stories
We come in different sizes and shapes
With different bruises and scrapes
Some are still brave and bold
While others empty and cold
In a world of our own
We've all been abandoned and are alone
Broken and sorry
No one can tell our stories
With disfigured bodies and shattered hearts
We have been cursed to forever bear our past scars
Of broken trust and deadly deceit
From beloved parents
Right up to strangers we met on the street
Who took our lives in the blink of an eye
And left us wondering,"Why, oh why?"
Broken and sorry
No one can tell our stories
We constantly relive
The happy moments from our previous lives
Before the unimaginable pain and strife
Before we collided with the soil from which we came
When life was still only fun and games
When we could still rmember our names
Broken and sorry
No one can tell our stories
In old and filthy clothes
With knife slashes to our throats
Bullet holes and axe wounds to the head and chest
We were prematurely put to rest
Some with unspeakable scars too scary
The methods of murder really do vary
Broken and sorry
No one can tell our stories
Stuck in this desolate place
From all walks of life and age
Where days and time seem forever frozen
Yet the door for new residents, is always open
Some are yellow and green from horrible, tragic plagues
With sores all over and pass oozing from their face
Sad, forgotten and alone
No one can tell our stories
We are the deceased children stuck in purgatory...
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Class of 2016
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