When did kids start hating themselves.
What made us feel like we were useless.
What drove us to believe we were not beautiful.
Who hurt us so bad that they dimmed the light in our eyes that we had as kids when Santa came or when we talked about our dreams that were bigger than the galaxy itself.
Who ruined us into believing we were nothing.
We are all so much than that.
We are everything.
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My bleeding heart
PoetryI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
