Don't feel sad if you've ever felt misplaced,
were called a crazy bitch,
antisocial or fucking weirdo.
Every time people spit on your eye
or puched your heart,
every history or mean word doesn't matter,
nothing matters at all,
because this is life,
and in the end,
we all die.
YOU ARE READING
memories of a broken heart
Poetryi'm writing a lot of stuff lately that I think is called poetry (well, for me is just sadness turned into words, but, whatever), i decided to post them here :)
