Precious Thoughts

In my mind, I beat you to dust. And for what? The pain u gave me? The sorrows that you paint? The humiliation that you portrayed? The grief you penetrate? You, my dear, Are not on the right track. Your simple words just don’t move me.  ur minor.  I'm major. You have just run out of ammunition. You're shooting blanks now, you son of a gun.

"I'm always here." Once, you said to me when I'm in need. I hold on to those words when in fact your action was against it. Once. Twice. Thrice. Pointless. I should have hung my faith and wrap it for the ONE and only. but instead I'm giving it to you and you crush it.  Oi. Sedar diri. I'm an ant. You're the bully. That’s just what it is. End of story.