Nothing Left
So this is the bottom,
The lowest of lows
A place where tears never cease to exist, Emotional pain physically hurts,
And life is nothing more than going through the motions
I have no way out I am trapped
I have given up mind, body, and soul Where do I go from here
© Lauren Michele Poetry, 2013
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