Dear impassioned painter,
Do you fancy these things?
Devastated meadows
An empty bottle
A broken glass
If you find these beautiful,
let me be your subject.
For I am devastated and lonely like the meadows that were once cared for but now have been forgotten.
I'm empty and miserable as a bottle that has been disowned; no longer useful and devoid of value.
I'm broken like a glass that has been shattered to many pieces. Shattered as nobody cared. Broken and nobody can fix me.
Sincerely,
the subject of sadness
and misery.
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A Lifetime of Regrets
PoetryOur life is just simply a lifetime of regrets; continuously living them or learning from them. This is a collection of poems that tackles depression, insecurity, self-love, identity, relationships, family, suicide, hope, inspiration, and learning fr...
