No one notices my tears,
No one notices my fears,
No one notices my sadness,
No one notices my pain,
But they all notice my mistakes,
They notice my stupidness,
They notice my weight problems,
They notice my weaknesses,
My insecurities,
And they use them.
I'm a toy to them,
They don't care,
No one cares,
And why would they care?
Why would anyone care?
What's the point of caring for a broken toy?
YOU ARE READING
The Story Of My Life
RandomThis is my depressing little journal, I needed somewhere to put all my depressing thoughts, and so this was born.
