A head full of thoughts,
Words written on paper,
Urging to be read,
But hesitant they tremble,
Replaceable words,
Object of affections change,
If last words weren't daggers,
Actions like the vultures peel you away,
People are cruel,
They enjoy torture and pain,
Affections are faked,
For their satisfaction,
They will make you insane,
Is it a boost to their ego?
To see you withering in pain,
Where does karma go?
When only you burn in a flame,
For their cruelty you will bear,
You cry alone and in despair,
You hide your tears now,
When once you trusted them with it,
You never thought they would collect them,
To make an ocean and drown you in it.
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