Discarded

Discarded in a dark alleyway No one to hold on, No one to talk to, Left alone in the dark, Feeling the cold breeze of this nightmarish trance. After being used, being handled without care, Apparently, I still crave for your attention, for your love and care, Leading to nothingness, searching for something that wasn't even there... Maybe... maybe I belonged to the dumpster, Where discarded things and beings may be a little useful than they were Hoping to get a glimpse of that kind glittering light in the midnight of despair. Yes, this is how I see, Because discarded, I may be, Discarded is all I know I would be. poem by XMCT