So I sat there.
Dejected!
Weary!
Beaten out of hope, and confused.
why do I feel this way.
broken and invaluable!
The sense of me leaving slowly,
like the morning slowly creeping in with no clue what doom its bring forth.
Why I do I feel this way I ask, again.
like a worn out shoe or an Overly used cardigan with holes slowly coming to life,
like an unwanted plant withering out of existence.
Why do you make me feel this way I wonder.......