Alone

By my self at 16,
Completely all alone,
No family to turn to,
Not a single place to go.

Dad told me I was lost,
I wasn't worth his time,
I was a huge disappointment,
He said "no longer will I call you mine."

All alone at 16,
I live alone on the street,
The nights are cold and lonely,
And I'm afraid of people I meet.

Gramma told me to rot,
In the fiery pits of hell,
I constantly shake all over,
I feel so very unwell.

I lie alone in a park,
friends sometimes take me in,
But even though I have a place,
It doesn't cure the pain within.

I don't think I'll ever heal,
My hearts a shredded mess,
I need heavenly help,
So this anguish feels less.

I used to be such an angel,
But I'm not going to cry,
There's no use in shedding tears,
When angels deserve to die.