I once wished upon a shooting star,
That dream crashed, burned, and fell so far.
I once laughed happily and smiled,
Before I was smacked for being a worthless freak of a child.
I once was loved and cherished,
Before that love was shriveled up and it perished.
I once hated those that surrounded me,
Then I realized that used up too much of my limited energy.
I once saved a stray cat from the rain,
My services were repaid with blood and tears and pain.
I once held strangled innocence to my chest,
It has long since been laid to rest.
I once sang parts of lost lullabies to pass the time,
Only for it to be treated as an awful crime.
I once read fantasy stories as a distraction,
But that was only another unforgivable infraction.
I once acquired a beloved friend,
He met a sad, tragic, end.
I once loved whimsy and fairytales,
Now I despise all that it entails.
I once wished upon a shooting star,
The backlash left me with a never-fading scar.
I once wanted a happy ending,
But as I have come to find:
Not everything that is broken,
Is capable of mending.