I.... i love them.. i really do
But do they?
Im a machine
For them to use and throw away when im broken
Im tired
My warranty is running out of time
Im not a person
Im an object
A machine
They pay me with fake love and notes
They use them to make me work
I desire for a hug
A sincere hug just enough for me
But i know
I will never get it
Because im just a machine
For them to use for them to break