One day Im feeling this ,
Then the next day I'm feeling that
Screw this
It's all crap
My hear was like the paper used
Already
I was like the scraps
But I have to deal with it
And just prove to them
I'm not as happy as I looks this picture I took long ago ,
That was just half of who I actually was
Because deep down that person was never as happy as she was
She will never be ..
YOU ARE READING
Poems by a hurt one
PoetryThe thought you have that u don't want People to know ,all in here .the things only you know .it will get better and easier .trust me
