Words

I know you are sad,

but wouldn’t matter to them.

For they are just used,

to hurt you.

 

But same as,

It wouldn’t matter to them,

who used them.

For if they cared,

would they use them?

 

Don’t be sad,

for they are petty.

 

Don’t be sad,

for they were just used,

don’t blame them,

for they never knew.

 

Don’t care for them,

they are trifling,

who used them.

 

Don’t be sad,

for this is life.

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