Make me the devil rather making divine    
forgiving people and moving forward
in none of my rhymes
they hurt and the pain becomes eternal
and we start cursing ourselves
knowing its not our fault 
we start hurting ourselves
and the night comes when we
pick up the knife and cut ourselves
the blood flows through the streams
and reaches her home 
but she ignores as if its drizzling rain

                                 ”   Pain is meant to be  felt  ”