This is a poem I came up with
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
anda berkata you'd always cinta me
a rope of cinta wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
anda took my jantung and played with it
and now my jantung does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish anda had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at anda
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain anda gave me and make a different pain stronger.
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
anda berkata you'd always cinta me
a rope of cinta wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
anda took my jantung and played with it
and now my jantung does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish anda had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at anda
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain anda gave me and make a different pain stronger.