You treated me like paper.
Used me. Drew me a piece of art. Made me feel beautiful, special, loved.
But then you got bored. Bored of the same, old me. You never looked at me the same way again. So you crumpled me, ripped me apart, and threw me away.
YOU ARE READING
Wisdom Angel's Broken Book
RandomThe Broken Alphabet Abandoned Bitter Cruel Dying Erased Frustrated Gloomy Hurt Invisible Joyless "K." Left Meaningless Neglected Obsolete Pitiful Quitter Replaceable Scarred Terrible Unloved Void Worthless X- You Zero
