It burned out! What am I to do?
The fire I once had.
The fire I once had, that helped me stay warm and comfortable just enough to get by, kept getting smaller and smaller till it burned out.
Now I'm cold all over to the point where I'm shivering.
The fire in me is what kept me going, but now it's gone.
What's the point anymore?
I can't seem to find a way to start it up again.
I don't trust anyone to help me, my heart has been shattered into a million pieces.
When I go to pick the pieces up, I am pushed back down.
There was no recovering those pieces anyway.
So I just sit and watch those small pieces get walked and stomped on, people not giving a damn that I've been shattered and damaged enough.
I'm all burnt out
And I'm done trying to start that fire back up again.
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🥀Lil.Yeti🥀
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The Unknown Meaning
PoetryTbh I wrote these mostly during a dark time in my life and I was a lot younger like 14-15 years old, so most of it probably doesn't make sense. Props to those who gave it a chance! I probably will try to post more and hopefully they will be a little...
