Your words burnt deeper
Than the flickering flames
I now heat my knife up with.
They stick onto me like syrup
Just like the scars stick too.
They carve their way into
Every little indent,
Every little imperfection.
They are apart of me now.
Your words hurt more
Than the pain of a knife.
But how else am I supposed to put your words into pain that my body can understand?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PoésiePoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
