Four years have passed
Since you claimed to like me back
Only now it dawns on me
For the millionth time
How easy it is for you to lie
Coz a lie costs you nothing
But for me it costs me my emotions
And four years of my life.
Writing does calm me I tend to get so emotional My heart is like glass It breaks if there's a high decibel Inside my head or in the vicinity My hate for the human race Does abate No thanks to any 'human' Instead to the word, written It's like a blessing from a sentient being That falls upon my ears From deep within
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