There's nothing left.
No energy.
No joy.
No happiness.
No motivation.
No point to live for.
Nothing.
She's just an empty container,
where people put their negativity in.
All the hate, disappointment and rudeness.
Or an empty glass if you will.
Base on the shit people put into her,
she changes.
And then there comes a day when she breaks.
She breaks and the mess just get cleaned up.
Someday there will be a different one. And she will just be forgotten.
And that's what was her reason. Nobody would care.
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PoetryHellow People.. here we are again. I wanted to start a new book for 2018 and yeah.. here it is. I hope you enjoy my thoughts, written down when I was bored, frustrated or went through a mental breakdown. Or when I was extremely Happy! I'll try t...
