Chapter 137
Throw It All Away
Soul Writer: Words From Within
Straight through the window they go
Everything useless
Crumpled papers
With pointless words
This food stained shirt
The ones they intentionally placed
The taunting notes
I never asked for
These jeans covered in mud
From that time I was tripped
Unto the stormy day ground
Everything useless goes
Right through that window
Until this all becomes too much
Until I'm finally ready to
Dispose of the most useless thing in this room
MYSELF