The Incessant Reject

Consistently let down.
Shaken up, unwanted,

Build me a rocket,
Fly me away.

Im exhausted and humiliated of this cruel place.

Toyed and tied, entirely undone.

Blind to purpose anywhere.

No heartbeat found. 

I Am Not the Chosen One

"He hurt you, didn't he?"

I turned away and replied "No."

Because he didn't hurt me,

He killed me.