You may hate me.
Love me.
But please, just dont use me....
Im not a tool for your own accord.
I am a being.
A living being.
I have emotions, feelings yet most of all. A life.
Im not hollow inside, with no understanding.
yet if im continued to be used.....i may just be left to develop as a tool...
With no use of myself...in the end, what will i become?
Oh i know.....
A broken, beaten down. With no voice for myself.
A human manifested into a tool.
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Mind | Poetry.
PoetryJust some poems i write when i feel like it . . .hope you read them. warning, these poems are pretty dark. I get depression easily, and i recently picked up on poetry. So i thoughts of expressing my thoughts to words.
