4th day: I hunt for a haiku, and this is what I have caught:
sweet was the damage,
brutal was the bighearted,
when foul was the world.
The ones that care the most, always get hurt the most.
After being hurt so many times, they are bound to change.
When that change occurs, they are never the same.
They become something, something most unsavoury.
The heart once loving, turns most brutal.
The person you once knew, transforms, is now a stranger.
The world that used to be pleasant, then turns horrid.
All could have been avoided, if one person, even just one cared half as much as they did.
It is not their fault , but there is only so much one person can take.
Such is our reality…