Pierced
You didn't have a sword,
You didn't have a knife,
Yet, you succeeded
In ruining my life.
You walked in slowly
Into my life,
How stupid I was
For not noticing your knife.
And you waited till the day
I was at my weakest,
And then you tore me apart
And that was the meanest.
I still have the hole,
You made in my heart
It bleeds everyday
It's become a part
Of me,
Oh, why even did you
Pierce me?
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Reflections
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