Hurt
I put my pen to paper,
Yet my mind echoes nothing.
I hear the stillness of my crushed heart,
A shallow sinking feeling
Fiery darts piercing through every skin
All those rambling warring thoughts, Now none seems to voice out.
Re-emphasizing the depth of hatred floating atop my heart
Hearing him says those words tore at my soul
Stripping every ounce of self-worth I had left
Son of Adam, he had mocked my affection
My passion and my will
He had made a fool of
A knife or a gun
Tell me what do you think?
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