Those thrash words we use for others,
Crawling out from the mouth,
Because the pain that we've gotten,
Must be somehow equal to those who hurt us,
Over and over again, at all times
Thinking of using these words to hurt them,
Hoping they get hurt too,
But deep down the most hurtful point,
Was not on shooting,
But pulling out the arrow that was once there,
Sitting around the scars,
That's how we use the pain to let others understand how should the pain be like
It's always two-way hurting..
- Saturday 20 December 2014
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