Life sucks
Like a battery without juice or your phone at the end of the day. You look around yourself what have you become. Useless, garbage, no one wants you. Maybe you were just used or maybe they bought you so they could use you for everyday things. Well maybe is a strong word that holds the earth together. Like stick and stones or your feet that lay on the ground like bricks. Your just the life energy everyone need to survive. The world stay's still and no one is here. Light's shine bright tell you die. What do I do. Set in the dark. What happens when no one can use you. The world becomes dark. Maybe because your going through hard times. Or some people just say it's a faze. Tell yourself there wrong. Whispers flow in the wind. Like a summer breeze. You've ran for miles to save the ones like you. Some of them fell. Your running low. What can you do. You can't help yourself. All you can do now is use your power up. Maybe when the sun comes up the world will be different. Or what if the sun never comes up. What happens to the the whispers in the wind if the sun came up. Will the words stop playing on repeat. Will they turn to lyrics in a lullaby
