Skip to main content
Like
Create new Glog
previous
next
Email share
18 views | 0 likes | 0 reposts
I could not see, such lies right in front of me. I am blind. Too trusting, too caring. I let people inside to easily. They take all they can form me, then throw me away. They don’t have a use for someone so kind. A push over… And late at night, I cry. I want to be loved. Not used. I just wish that everyone could see that. I am not someone’s door mat. I have a heart, a soul! Where have all the good people gone?
Not A Door Mat
