It is so cold
So
Cold
Walking over to the
Scale
But it's worth it
When you stand
Seeing
The
Number
Dropping
Yet
Again
It is a sense
Of pride
And
Even relief
Until you see your reflection
In the mirror
Haunting you on the way back
To bed
And
You quietly decide
That it is not
Yet
Enough
Numbers that have dropped
How I wish someone would have told
Me
That from now on
It
Will
Never
Be
Enough
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
