Some treat us as equals
Some treat us as scum
Some see us as people
Some see us as toys
Some care enough to be there
Others just play games
Some break down
Others leave
So watch me walk away
I won't let my heart bleed
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ)
PoesiaI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
