It seemed like the scars on my wrists weren’t enough
So you proceeded to cut me up with another lie.
Another mark of an empty promise

With words sharper than a knife.

Day one hundred passed, and it felt just like every other time i wasn’t a single thought on your mind.
When I disappear in the distance of your corrupt life

Don’t pretend to come searching for me

However, I appreciate your fake time.
It doesn’t phase me not one bit to watch you bleed crocodile tears

I’ll continue to empower your consciousness till it eats you alive

So that in the sky’s we reunite.
Yesterday you tried avoiding me

Now You’re struck by hindsight.
Zeinab Arjah 11/2/16 @za_writings