I broke my own heart,
When I came to know that it is no more mine,
I stabbed my own heart into pieces
Because I can't imagine somebody else doing it,
I crushed my feelings out of anger,
But with the same magnitude of my love!
I burnt my heart with hatred
And cleaned it with tears,
With lots of pleasure, with lots of pressure.
Perhaps even my thoughts are fond of you,
They easily deserted me and neglected me!
I lost my words, in the process of deleting you,
They are never with me, always with you
When I think of you and even when I try to forget you.
Now I'm happy, my heart is almost dead,
Perhaps now I can feel better, for my brain took the lead! ! !
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