I feel so alone..
so
e
m
p
t
y
.
.
.
like a plastic
b
a
g
g
y
that used to be home to green....
like the smoke coming out of an addicts lungs..
useless and airy.
I
feel
used
up,
like i have nothing left,
and like i never did.
like one-butt-in-a-million
sitting on the sidewalk..
i feel so dead..
lying here,
just waiting to
b
l
e
e
d
dry,
just waiting for these
cuts
to heal,and these
bones
to mend,
but instead i just feel
depressed.















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Little ol' broken me..
Lookin' for broken you,
and your pretty broken heart...
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