Sad Poetry

So Done

I'm so done, there's not a care left to give,
I've spent all my fucks, I've lived all I want to live,
I wasted away my short life,
Lost in the throes of a sharp knife,
I've watched hurried months go by,
A thousand tears in my eyes,
And as they fell I shed my pain,
Now there's nothing left to gain,
My emotions seem distant from me,
When once they were so close,
Where's the old me? Where did she go?
I don't know.
She's gone.
And in her place is a loser,
Who's done.

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