I’m my own woe

I tore my own heart into pieces,
I saw the blood of my dreams on my hands,
I bleed and damaged my soul though all those fabricated lies
from which I made you my safe haven.

Now that you have gone for your good, I realized you never deserved a fragile flower,
you were perfect without any doubt, I was always the flawed one,
I was not what you thought of me, I could ruin my mascara but never your winsome smile.
So now, I should hide in the kingdom of darkness as that was the only place I belonged.

© Arooba



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