I wish I'd known my expiry date.
Everyday, the clock ticks away,
counting down the seconds
to the day I can bid farewell
to this world. A worthless girl
soon to disappear, like a
spark that dies off when the
fuel runs out. I'm a piece
that does not fit right into
a puzzle. I'm a wanderer
longing for a resting place.
Perhaps it is better to say
goodbye now than to live
a life of hurt and emptiness.
When can I finally get to leave?
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
I wish I'd known my expiry date.
Everyday, the clock ticks away,
counting down the seconds
to the day I can bid farewell
to this world. A worthless girl
soon to disappear, like a
spark that dies off when the
fuel runs out. I'm a piece
that does not fit right into
a puzzle. I'm a wanderer
longing for a resting place.
Perhaps it is better to say
goodbye now than to live
a life of hurt and emptiness.
When can I finally get to leave?
