Maybe I'm a fucking waste
A waste of space.
But space makes up the universe.
Space and time.
So wouldn't that make me a small part of everything?
If even a tiny speck
I still exist amongst it.
Amongst us.
But one day I shall be long gone and forgotten.
This generation, no one will remember.
What stays?
Who decides what goes down in history?
Ten thousand years from now, if the sun hasn't yet died
Will children be learning about Martin Luther King Jr.?
Or will that name mean nothing to them?
We are all lost souls lingering
Tethered
Bound to the Earth
Until
One day, we are not.
And we are gone
For eternity.
So yes,
Maybe I am
A Fucking
Waste
Of
Space.
~S~
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PoetryA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
