People
You see a lot of them.
Humans is what they're called.
You are one, I am one, we all are one.
The weird thing is.
I see a lot of humans, but no humanity anymore.
Where did it go?
When did we lost it?
When someone broke your heart, a promise, your soul?
When you gave someone something, but they just smashed on it?
We don't know when,
But we know we have to get our humanity back.
No matter what happens.
You can't pick on others, because you're angry or you lost something or someone broke you.
So stop with those mean glares, talks and others.
Just get your humanity and start being a real human.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PoetryThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
