And it feels as if we are so free
to do with this world what
we please
And we take this for granted
and feel alone
So we hurt the people we love most
The most intimate words ripping them
Apart
to the bone
till there is nothing left.
Then we leave
Satisfied with our work
And they are left
Broken.
Bent.
Bleeding.
Trying to sew up their torn lives
because everything you have told them
was a lie
and the worst part is
that they believed you
and
You let them.