Tears ran down my face
Hiccups in my mouth
I whispered im strong, im strong ,im strong
Until i lost count
I know i was very blunt
Bittersweet words for him i flaunts
Scratch that i won't endure this impalement
Convinced i was not tough
Still i kept saying
Im not weak ,im not weak ,im not weak
Like a banshee I screamed for days
Until i lost count
Demons haunted me as i tried to sleep
His face i see everywhere
Those eyes with fire and hatred in them
Those words from his mouth daggerred my soul
I could feel my heart break into millions of pieces
Loathing my own life,
I cut deep through my skin as i got pleasure in
Closed my eyes and Whispered
Iam weak, iam weak ,iam weak
Until i lost count
_ haniya arshad
