Burned


Sadness and fatigue is a part of me.
Craziness and hectic is what you may call me.

Demading life, stressful life is all a part of me,
no one else to make it right except for me.

Happiness is hard to succeed today when someone left.
They left on a whim, which was clear,
but still do not see why they would forget someone dear.

When they left I teared,
which is a sign of danger heard from ear to ear.
They left and never returned,
which was the day my heart was burned.

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