You just had to make
It harder, more rough
When you knew, You Knew
It was already hard enough.

Like an edge of cliff
I may just fall off
Would it make any difference.
Ouch, Stop.

A spike is so small
So unimportant - insignificant.
Or what you think.
A spike could ****, make you bent
A spike could trip
A spike could rip

Your words are spikes
Your punch makes me fall
Down
down the cliff

Ouch.

Gibberish
But they sound
Like song to me
Sing it loud
sing it s o f t

I want to hear
Don't stop now.
A wind of notes
A fuzzy cloud

That Sweet Melody

you sang.

Every insult
Every hurt
Every scream
or every burst --

A scar
I can never remove.
Drawn on me Permanently

you have scars too.

I think you're
only my imagination

Has she ever spoken before?
Maybe only few words,
Yes, no, yay, more
But today she opened her mouth -
Her tongue was quick,
and words flew out
"I love you"
Her first sentence.

Your words lay on me
like sour lemons
So hard I can't breathe
You left me in ruins
And then you pretend
To help me up
Are you a sugar-coated lemon
Or am I only falling again?

0°
Fine

10°
Spilled milk

30°
Ruined art

50°
Failed test

70°
Was yelled at

100°
S h u t  u p
I'm going to burst