The pain of being hurt
isn't allowed to be felt by
The heart of mine
It's a rock in your eyes, yours
Even if the words are torn,
Pierced me, and I still love it
It makes me mad.
Feel discomfortable
Under the disguise
of comfort.
The heart of rock
would even tear up
if it would have
Ever been insulted?
and was hurt by the soil of the earth
My existence is to remind
Others that there is me here
Who is a rock more flexible and stronger than them?
The mountains of rock would even erode when they were hurt by winds
Still, your thorn won't hurt me.
Cause it's rotting me from the within .
One day, just one day, when I lie still
I would leave like that, unconsciously.
thinking of my death as a lie.
