My year has been tragic
The absolute opposite of magic.
Filled with constant fear and pain
with nothing left for me to gain.
I could do nothing but complain,
Even though i was going to go insane.
Got ripped away from my birthplace
Just a few days after my birthday
And worst yet, Hospitalized twice
Could have sworn it was my year to die
Bur I've made it eleven months and still alive.
Just 2 more and I would have made it by.
Twelve months of believing lies.
Twelve months of false hope.
Twelve months to a year.
I hope I don't have to spend the next in Fear.