People are good to me
When they need me
People leave me;stating
I am a used one
People speak degrading to me
When they wanna make me feel alone
I try to be friendly
They consider it as enmity
If i live with zest
The think i need attention and humiliate me
I feel depressed
The constantly remind me of my bad past
Every time I wake up
I end up lying on the cold, hard and painful ground
I am doomed and get drenched in cold blood
The world does the same
I am "THE STRANDED GIRL"
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The Stranded Girl
PoetryWhen you need help to fight against something that makes your life even worse you don't get help at all. Instead all you get from the world is constant mental and physical torture. They constantly abuse you for everything you do. Its wrong or right...
