I was born a broken man,
Into a broken home,
Sent down straight from the devils trashcan,
And on this lonely planet I shall forever roam,

Born to never know who I am,
Born just to suffer and to stand out,
Born to be scared to even whisper,
Yet always prompted to stand up and shout,

Lately I’ve been asking myself,
How can I stop my birth determining my fate,
How can I stop myself falling ever more deeper,
To save my soul before it’s too late,

But I don’t like the answers that come back to me,
I guess I was just born to suffer,
But I will never stop trying to improve,
Even when the devil makes it evermore tougher,

And as I rest my weary and tired eyes,
On the day the coffin becomes my bed,
I’ll smile knowing that I could have asked for greatness,
But I asked for peace instead,

And then straight back down to hell,
My tortured soul will go,
And the answer to why I was born in the first place,
That…. Only the devil shall know.

Wrote on:12/08/2023