Before you came in my life,
My life was in turmoil,
In remembrance of the last one that got away,
My in fluency to speak about pain,
It was a mixture of anguish and aggravation for those around me,
My ghastly; preferably long and dark nights,
Where I sat on the bed to drip woe out of my eyes,
My lumpy throat,
And catastrophic burst,
Spoiled brat was I,
Dripping blood which sprang from my slit wrists,
The torturous and innumerable suicides I committed,
I'm scared of trusting an unknown,
On a relationship which is rather disliked by others,
What the heck !
The rest will always speak ill,
But it is you I'm worried sick about,
What if you do the same to me,
Like the rest of the lot did to me,
Make me love you and subsequently leave me,
That's what all do.