My song,
Stolen.
My words sung,
Stolen.
My heart,
Stolen.
My sanity,
Stolen.
My dignity,
Stolen.
My truth,
Stolen.
My happiness,
Stolen.
My microphone,
Stolen.
Anything,
Stolen.
I hate you.
I hate this.
I hate everyone.
I hate myself.
My song had been stolen,
And for that you're not forgiven.
YOU ARE READING
Way I Feel
Short StoryA collection of writing written by me. Various forms such as poems, quotes, thoughts, journal entries, et. Feedback would be cool.
