A Useless furniture ( a short poem written by me)

         A Useless Furniture
During the period of finding happiness,
I lost myself into deep sadness.
How could I forget that bright future?
Now you can go far, far away from me
Cause I've become a useless furniture..
       Just a useless furniture.

There's no meaning of my life on this Earth,
There's nothing without hatred that I worth.
How could I ruin that golden future?
Now you can go far, far away from me
Cause I'v vbecom a useless furniture..
           Just a useless furniture.

Kavita Sharma