Torturer

Palak Verma

Running inside my head, you've been saying things to me, Making me cry all day long, In the end, you prove the blame is on me. I've been lying to myself, thinking that only you can love me, And now all that I've left, is the shit that I used to see. Now, my body doesn't collaborate, my soul is not free, You've been making me sick, with all your words which went right through me, In the end, you just come to me, in need for explainations, As if I was the one who was behind all these frustrations, You've been killing me with tears, saying I was the damn torturer, But before you put the blame on me this time, Let me tell you, I'm always the most hurt.

2018-09-03 09:03:57

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