I thought my emotions died,
but they were alive all along;
they all come scribbled out in a poem or in a song.

I thought I was fine,
but it was apparently lies.
The evidence were the tears escaping from my eyes.

I thought you were genuine,
But I found out it was fake.
Never realised I was someone you wanted to break.

Now, I think it is the end.
Do you think so too?
Hopefully,this is yet another thought
I'd prove myself not to be true.