Your words cut through
my skin like poison thorns. You say words carelessly and you think nothing of it. But the words you say so freely give me so much pain. And those poison thorns dig in my skin. I try to cut them out but as I bleed they dig deeper in my head. So I cut deeper to get them out. As I cry and bleed desperately trying to be rid of your thorns. All you did was say more words and here I am drowning. Drowning in my sorrows blood and tears. Words hurt too I know. But they shouldn't at least not this bad. Words leave me bleeding. Your words leave be bleeding and hurting like I've been shot you'd think someone like me would walk away with my head held high. And I do. But when you turn my head falls. I'm not strong. I'm frail and weak. I'm held together by strings. My bones and skin feel like glass with how easy I break. And with every word your thorns shatter me more.
