she was the second choice,
the backup plan,
the unneeded member,
and the one with no worth.
she was used,
manipulated,
thrown away,
and yet she held her hopes high,
threading on in misery.
until she broke,
she was tired,
she was weak,
and she couldn't continue,
so she gave up.
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ruination | poetry
Poetrya collection of 3am thoughts and poems from an insomniac some are my own and some are inspired- Copyrighted© 2017 started; 20/09/17 highest rank: #487 in poetry
