Rage consumes my being,
How could they just leave me here?
Here in the gray,
Here to rot away.
I'm furious with them,
With me,
With the whole world who seems to plot against me.
What is the point of staying in a place where I am no longer wanted?
To be thrown out like garbage,
To be treated as less than,
To be hated by those who I thought loved me most.
What is the point of my existence?
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Lost in the Chaos
PoesiaLost. Afraid. Anxious. Insecure. Empty. When you walk into the chaos, you never know what you'll find.
