A match with the slightest, indeliberate provoktion,
wraths a sudden conflagration.
The depth of words, found in hate and bitterness,
disgustingly project with hope of hurt.
Revenge is worst when once kind gestures turned to grudges
are clinged, to be backfired.
Enough has been enough.
I'm not sorry anymore
For you being insecure
Show boating your nickles and dimes
Pursuiting happiness through lines
Hit your head while upside down
When you come crashing from that cloud
What is it you have left?
Nobody left at your side
Certainly not pride
