Left 4 Dead

Treated like a ragdoll,
Sitting on a shelf.
Unwanted,
Mistreated,
Forgotten.
I cry tears of blood and pain.
The sadness builds up inside me.
The feeling of being forgotten,
Surrounds me.
Wanting to be,
Loved,
Wanted,
Understood.
Not forgotten forever.
Left to fend for myself,
In life. 
Left alone.
Struggling,
To get through each and every day.
Left for dead.

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