a broken soul
The pain and strife that fills my soul doesn't even compare to the expressions written on my face. Tears roll down my face like the Mississippi River, a puddle of dispare that just keeps flowing.
But something comes over me as if my life isn't even in existence.
I live for her to be an example that she needs. But what does she do? Ball me up and throw me away like an old piece of of paper that wasn't meant for anything. Useless, pitiful, and non-existent.
Nothing to learn from, just ridiculous slurs wriiten on a piece of balled up paper in someone stanky trash can. A stench of grief feels my mid as i cry myself to sleep.
Why did this happen? How could this happen to me!?
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