I'm used
Like a tissue
Then thrown away
Like nothing
I'm not important
Like a bug
Always gets stepped on
And shooed away
I'm used
Because people use me
to get what they want
And I dont get what i deserve
I'm not important
Because no one worries
About me
And how I feel
Don't worry though
I won't be here much longer
I'll be gone forever
And you'll only find my body
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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
