Falling To Pieces [on Hold- rewriting]

[Stolen]

When I was ten, they knew of me. And since then, I was left to beg for the world to enclose me in it's joyful mercy. But it didn't listen.

When I was fifteen I lost control. And I knew what it was like to have no hope.

I was sent away. To become someone else's burden. He never came to me, even if I dreamed of his warmth in the coldness of my cell.

I fell to pieces and begged for someone to pick up the pieces, put me back together. But no one came, and no one cared.

So I become Theirs.