People said,
I should, why, with who, when, wow...
They not really care about you,
about how are you in fact,
they just want a distraction,
focus on other things,
something that isn't their own life.
That's what we all do,
that's what we need to do.
We keep our head up,
stay strong,
fake a big smile and try to move on.
In the end we survive, but what for?
That's what kill us.
YOU ARE READING
memories of a broken heart
Poésiei'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 :)
