You love me,
You don't.
I don't care,
I won't.
Cause I can't become
what you want.
Laughin' at own miseries.
I still stand upright.
I wasn't always this way,
I changed to be able to fight.
The soft little heart,
I once used to have,
Now buried inside of me
Deep into the dark cave.
I don't care what they think,
I changed to survive.
I want to but can't die
so, I had to be alive.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
