Nothing.

May 20, 2010
By Anonymous

Tears gently roll down my face
As my passion to live disappears
I stand here alone with regrets weighing me down.
I’m worthless, nothing but a memory from the past.
A disappointment to the world.
It just seems that the mistakes I make will never be forgotten.


The author's comments:
Poem i wrote when i was depressed. Basically this is my life story all summed up.

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