Each day tears pour as rain,
Terribly hurt and torn going insane,
Hundreds of ideas hitting my brain,
Depression crutches each root of my vein,
You showed me that life has no gain,
And filled me with all types of pain,
To whom do I owe this gratitude of pushing me in drain,
Covering my body with words and feelings of filth,
Knowingly causing the vision of spilth,
And assuring me that my life is worthless living,
For which, till this day I am still grieving,
Of the bitterness you shedded on me,
With the cruel attitude you let me be,
I have learnt karma has its own way of dealing,
Till then am making my life worth living...
©sim
Spilling thoughts.