So numb to the core
not sure whats real anymore,
broken into pieces
some missing some completed.
Sitting on the edge of a cliff
wondering if it matters?
Who will save me now?
or will life leave me here?
So angry at suck a waste
you dismiss me with haste.
Cold and emotionless
eyes empty hands rough
here we go again
I guess im just not enough.
WHY?
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so angry at suck a waste? I think you want such, not suck.
Such an emotional poem, I hope soon you will feel better.



