Treasures (Poetry Book Number Two)

Satan Must've Known What To Do

You may not see it
But I'm damn hell exhausted
Oh, how would you notice
You're stone-hearted

All the sacrifices
Things to you I shared
They were all useless
You never ever cared

Now look down
I'm lying on the ground
Tired and brokem
Felt like I've been drowned

Yet you stand there
Didn't bother help
You started leaving
Thinking no one but thyself

You're so selfish
I can't believe I loved you
Oh right, you're evil
Satan must've known what to do

This poem happened because I'm damn exhausted, editing a video right now and I'm only halfway through, decided to make a poem that started being exhausted, I have no idea which part of my brain the rest came from.

Bye.

Z.