am I damaged good shatterd glass Brocken pieces left last
am I the burnt out flame that no one wants
will I soon be drowning in my own faults
am I the worthless friends who doesn't know where to start
who doesn't know when to play her part
I took a turn and it went wrong
does it mean I already gone
YOU ARE READING
poems about being sad
Şiirso the title pretty much gives this away I written all of these when I was bored reading if your depressesd
