You took
What I have
To live for
What do I have now
A shell of a dream
Crushed into sand
Then turned into glass
And shattered again
You don't really care
You never did
It's all about what you want
You never cared about me
Or my dreams
You threaten to take more
Because I fight to keep
What I have
One day
I'll have nothing left to live for
Then maybe you'll see
What a piece of shit
You can be
YOU ARE READING
A Fraction of My Thoughts
ПоэзияI write poems sometimes and I want an outlet to share them to. I hope somebody can relate to them and feel understood when they read them. btw none of them go together, it is all just random stuff that I have written when I need to rant. Enjoy!
