As I am writing this poem, tears flow
how would I knew back then that you'd go?

Disaster or a calamity what should I say
I am done for good and I may,
kill me before you think

all night, memories with you sting
but my tattoo of your name

Love was bad but I still claim it back

my worst regret was something else
Now I cry in sorrow, in deepest of hells

as I slit my arm, causing myself harm
I'll make sure you remain safe and calm

here goes the story of a young kid
who was taught not to love but he did
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Late update, but I am way busy in studies and stuff. I hope you all like it.
Love you
Wahab malik.