Did you ever consider us as your children?
You made us,
created us,
crafted us,
we never asked you to,
so why did you?
Why?
If you do not love us,
care for us,
if you do not need us,
then why are we in existence,
mum?
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Records, Of A Wall-Flower.
Poesiafor all the failed daughters and sons out there - a collection of poems. Raw and emotional. - Trigger warning 'You will be, someone's best thing' - R.H Sin
