Broken Throne

She sits upon her broken throne,

Crying out “is it worth it anymore?”

The pain of life tearing her apart

Sometimes being alive breaks her heart

Covered by the battle scars of victories long gone

She sits atop her broken throne, rotting to the bone.



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