Maybe I don't deserve to call myself broken
Instead I am closer to
Pointless
Like sundials in the age of digital watches
A few people keep me in their gardens and sometimes they try to figure out what my darkness means
In the end they always leave
It doesn't matter if I manage to be pretty
Being around me
Just isn't easy
YOU ARE READING
The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl