six

do people think they can just go

hurting people like they paint pictures 

so easily but memorable 

leaving scars no one can heal 

you didn’t even ask me if i’m okay

you broke my heart and ran away 

i’m tired of myself now

you’re the thief of my joy 

he’s changing every minute 

one moment he loves her

the next one he doesn’t remember her

he makes her feel good

gives her roses, blooming so marvellously 

then he destroys the roses 

with his own bare hands 

without giving any reasons or apologises 

or explanations 

isn’t this sick?

how seeing her unhappy and ruined 

satisfies him 

i’m laying in bed

not really in peace with my own presence 

i’m just so tired

i can’t believe i survived today

I’m not strong anymore 

i just want to sleep