Flutterby Threads

I was not made for this world,
It's jagged edges and crooked ways.
I am not made for this world
And so I stumble as if through haze.

My heart was born all broken
Filled with holes
I've packed with lies.

My mind was formed all riddled
And there is no answer;
No solution for my cries.

I was not made for this world.
I'm bruised and broken broken, soft and weak.
I cannot stay in this world
It is much too broken. Far too bleak.