She loved,
Loved everyone,
Because she knew what it was like.
To feel worthless.
To feel as of no one in the world cared whether she lived or stayed.
Oh She knows.
The darkness takes in many lost souls.
But they never return.
She's the light at the end of the tunnel.
But she is fading.
Who will be her saviour?
Her light at the end of the tunnel.
Or will she flicker off and fade away like the others?
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My Poetry
PoetryA bunch of poems. All are mine. I don't write poetry much but when I do, it's here.
