People hurt.
People cry.
People kill.
People die.
But when it's me,
It hurts a ton.
But when it's her,
It seems like none.
People keep moving.
People get along.
People fight back.
People are strong.
But when I love,
It goes to waste.
But when I lose trust,
It's never replaced.
You, her, him, people.
They are all their own.
Yet I'm a person too.
Just one who is alone.
