May 12, 2017
The smallest sliver of happiness.
A small spark in a wasteland.
A tiny flutter in my gut.
Am I to expect anything different,
From anyone.
No, this is the only thing I am good for.
What do I have to do,
To be more than my exterior?
More than my skin.
More than what people say.
I won't, today is just another day.
Why so surprised,
Always disappointment.
Smile, it is not the end.
You can only repeat yourself
So many times before
Even you do not believe
The things your saying.
You won't get better.
Things will not look up.
Everyone will use you for the
Only thing you are.
Once that fades,
No one will want you
Any longer.
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Snippets From My Mind
PoetryA collection of short poems and intriguing concepts that have crossed my mind. This will be a good read for you if ever felt, lost, broken, unwanted or even misunderstood. I only intend to reach a specific group of people who may share with me, th...
