I was doing so well
Until I saw you again
I don't need you
You made my life hell in the end
Even your friends make fun of me now
I know I'm ugly
Especially the way I look now
But I am me
I wanted to be friends
You turned me away
I gave you my heart
Now I can't take it back
I can't find you
To have you return it
Because I'm scared
To see the damage that was done
The pieces you put it in
The missing parts I'll never see again
All because I fell
For pretty white lies
That were so much better
Than my reality
You promised
You pinky swore
You knew those were sacred
But you didn't even care
I feel bad for you
For all you do
Is collect people's hearts
To fill the space
Where yours should be
Because for once
I'll find something
That you'll never gain
No matter how many
Hearts you'll collect
And that's love
YOU ARE READING
Little Dreams
AcakMy dreams have been becoming more and more...... I don't know the word for it but I need somewhere to put them. Some are true to real life others are pieces of other people's life that I get a glimpse of. Now they are just in story form.
