21 May 2015

You said it

acid tears scar my face
with fingers one can trace the burns
why I cry should be your concern
since I learned of my broken heart
ripped out, beaten, shredded apart
that was the start of my demise
it could be seen deep in my eyes
deafening cries that are not heard
contorted lips, the speech was slurred
your words caused tears down my face

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