recycled

Mental physical emotional health

meant nothing 

it should have but 

it didn't 

and now it's what I need the most 

the thing I can't acquire 

relating to friends family

the people after you

because I loved you I couldn't 

fight you 

and I was used 

only to be now cycled through

recycled 

used again 

until none of my parts are the same 

only wanting someone who doesn't want 

doesn't want anything from me 

the last cycle 

hopefully soon

until then 

hiding from the use 

trying to find the health again 

Hiding 

This poem is about: 
Me

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