𝒃 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒌    𝒎 𝒆

I color these days black on my calendar.

My soul was shattered then,

and now he is watching you

and the hatred that flows from you,

glued together.

Standing meters away from me,

you look around,

your eyes find my eyes contemptuously.

Kill me, break me, trample me down.

Do you think you can hurt me?

I came from war.

People died around me,

a team of soldiers followed me,

and now I'm here.

Do you think a bad look

can hurt me after all this?

I walked down the street with my hands in my pockets,

where I grew up and

as an unmanageable teenager

I spent my free time.

Memories covered my mind,

and the pain,

it's no longer a harm,

but it's still bad that the home

where I lived as a kid is just a hell.

Kill me, break me, trample me down.

Do you think you can hurt me?

I came from war.

People died around me,

a team of soldiers followed me,

and now I'm here.

Do you think a bad look

can hurt me after all this?

Do you think you can hurt me after that?