Nothing?
How do you go on, knowing you're nothing?
How do you live knowing you can't be something?
How do you sleep so full of shame?
How do you wake knowing you're still the same?
Still the one without a purpose in life.
Always there holding a knife.
The knife that could end your life.
The knife that killed you for giving up on something.
Were you Nothing?
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My Name is Allysha Pacheco. I live in Tucson Arizona and Iove the outdoors and all genres of music. I also Love to write poetrry of all types depending on the day. Lets Vibe.
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