Sad stories

 I have

Lost

Everything but myself

Materials have left my shelf

Both have have been tampered with

What now shall be left

The round about is left

To continue the turn of others

Seeing only my fight tathers

My cloths

And my glass shatters

Don’t give in hope

For there is only a rope

Waiting for me to 

Should I or shouldn’t I cry and sigh

How strong can become a slight denial of time

Spent and never presents

Myself as a down stricken

Felt out and cold in front of

Everyone

Wondering on the real

What really matters.

Do I have enough love left

Is always the question 

No one answers these feelings

Anymore! 

Bottles on shore no one will

Answer to as the note

Continues to get tore

And lost.

My daily tears make my

Eyes puffy and sore.

Get it together 

Nikki

Please

For the sake of

Sho you right being bought up

Wrong knotting my faults together.

Wishing I continue 

To have

A ways to go

To wherever whenever.

Just out there

Searching for what

I don’t know.

Sad write bk I guess.

To continue or stop.?