Funny thing, how they’re first to say,
“Move on, get over it, brighten your day!”
The ones who tore peace like paper thin,
Now, they blink and act like it’s no big sin.
Loved me once, or so they claimed,
Then tossed me aside, unashamed.
Now they wonder why I can’t stay calm,
Why healing’s slow, why I don’t “stay strong.”
I cried my heart out, shattered and raw,
They acted shocked at every flaw.
“Why so broken? It’s in the past…”
But some scars aren’t meant to heal so fast.
They shrug, they smirk, they walk away,
Leaving me to pick up the disarray.
And all I can do is laugh at the nerve—
Toxic souls and their twisted curves.
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