Just a Waste


Everytime I breathe, I feel I'm wasting air

Everytime I eat, I feel I'm wasting food

Everytime I drink, I feel I'm wasting water

As if

If I could give my sight, to let a blind man see

If I could give my hearing, to let a deaf man hear

If I could give my body, to let a dismembered man feel again

I would

So instead of crashing to the ground

I could wither away, leaving behind the regrets

Of everything I've wasted

  • Author: A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 6th, 2019 19:28
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 9
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  • psychofemale

    enjoyed the read because i have been there. thanks for sharing and letting us know we aren't alone

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