Destructive Devotion

Born to those that don't understand, cast out by those that only give demands, broken by those that bite the hand, I'm waiting for the right time to land.
Given to grief and sorrow and strife, looking for a way to change my life, I hurt and cry as I turn the knife, but yet and still I hold on tight.
Heavy hearted with sadness this road I must travel, watching the pieces of my life unravel, like a courtroom silenced by the judges gavel, in quiet I go upon this gravel.
In darkness I stumble and crawl as I weep, the mountain I climb seems just too steep, but slowly and surely onward I creep, careful to not wake those that sleep.
It comes to where I feel depleted, my heart and soul severely maltreated, my life as nothing but a game that was cheated, I feel only the sense that I've been defeated.
Just as I renounce all intent, I find you there smiling and all content, you hold out your hand as if heaven sent, my whole existence you instantly reinvent.
I feel renewed and full of life, no more sorrow and grief, sadness or strife, I watch my wounds heal as I hand you my knife, and with you I go to build a new life.

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