My Life's Purpose
A waste of space, with no true purpose
No one's fault but my own
Hated by many, despised by few,
and love is uncertain
It’s always been this way;
Since conception at least
But I guess that means,
I deserve it
So, take me to the grave -
And lay me to rest;
I have nothing left to give,
Only dying wishes are left
Copyright © Kayla Griggs | Year Posted 2022
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