Different Letters.
Different Words.
Different Shapes.
Different Feelings.
Yet, you don't seem to care.
You get mad when I do it.
But yet, you don't do anything to stop it.
So, you get mad, but yet don't do anything to prevent it.
Tell me were that makes sense?
I'm pretty sure I have been hurt too many times to care anymore.
Broken hearts, names, numbers...
Your name is one of them.
Hope you are happy.
Be proud, you gave me a scar for life.
