Woven by a fighter
Crafted by a artist
Assorted like fine diamonds
Disfigured by haters
Lied on and betrayed
Never taking beauty
Never stealing joy
Only harboring lovely things
Never knowing the tragedy it may bring
Sunken by pasts
Engulfed by hopes
Distorted by negativity
Cloaked by loathe
Only to find the blade to stab in ur so called friends back
Determined to change the darkness of their hearts
But *** it it’s blackened and tard