Low Life

You're nothing, but a low life, not even wondering where all the bad went, but she is.

 

She's nothing, but a low life, loved with all her heart, and still failed to be faithful.

 

They're nothing, but a low life. The love was never there, wasting a year making her feel lower than life. Still wonders why she didn't swallow enough pills. Wonders why she couldn't let him go and let him be.

 

She's nothing, but a low life, dragging people down managed to destroty too many prelationships, so she throws her hands up, and sits back , watching everyone else live, while she's still frozen in time.

 

Yeah, I'm nothing but a low life, thinking about my old life, forever to be a low life.

This poem is about: 
Me

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