Got so used to lies.
Painted colors over promises,
I watch as you break me each day that passes.
But words couldn't form to go against the trauma.

They all said I'm being stupid for staying back.
But, little did they know what it means to love.
Not my Mr right,
Of course I know that.
The hues of pains, brightens up each day.
The crimson red, I'm sinking into.
In the devil's abode called a human's home....