HeartlessA Poem by Midnight_museI'm used to getting let down I'm used to giving it my all and getting nothing in return But when did giving 80 percent start becoming the new 100? When did the little things start becoming so difficult? As I lie here, no energy left to keep going, I find myself heartless. Heartless to do what I once was able to do without thought Soulless to continue with anything, really. Too numb to continue Too weary to move on
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Added on May 1, 2017 Last Updated on May 1, 2017 |