A word is not a word
You said something bad,
Tore me apart,
But you are glad,
Because you broke my heart.
When I asked you to me why will you hurt,
You said a word is a word.
It is not what you think, yes really,
And if you think this is just a poem, no this is reality,
They'll leave you crying until you die,
Spreading rumors, spreading lies
But you don't understand how hurtful it can be,
For the people who belivied you and for them you turned kindness a disease
At the end a word is not a word it is everything cruel and mean,
Even if I am alive from inside I have drowned inside the sea