We are the kind hearts that become trampled by the world.
The pure are the ones that become broken.
The true are the ones that are betrayed and walked upon.
The world threatens to shatter us.
I have become a slave to myself.
Afraid to be hurt anymore.
By the world.
YOU ARE READING
REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
