Clouds cover the skies, rain pulls at your eyes, but nothing hurts as much as little words turned lies

Wind ruffles the trees, pushing around the bees, and you can’t help but feel the sting from the breeze

Lighting hits you fast, every syllable hitting you with a blast, and you wonder how long will this pain can last

But soon as time flies by, and you realize you didn’t die, from the hurt that made you cry

Now here I am, after your words and syllables slammed, and finally I just don’t give a damn.