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Better Knife Than Person
The venom of what I just spoke, still dripping off my lips and tongue.
A smirk laced my lips as her eyes water.
Tears brim.
We snarled at each other, mouths drawn back revealing sharp teeth, and sharper words.
It was like looking in a mirror but I was cracked and distorted.
Broken.
My words clawed and scratched, yet I felt no remorse
I won, the blood from the battle on my hands dripping
My smile was wicked and insane
The air acidic, burning with every word spoken
I had won, and I had hurt, yet I felt no remorse
I didn't care that I had hurt someone I should love because I won
I should feel bad but I don't
I felt victorious
That was the moment I realized I was a better knife than I person
Better at stabbing then caring
Better a hurting than comforting
Yes you can use a knife to butter toast but you can also use it to hurt
I may change my actions but I cannot change the nature of the knife that is my heart
Believe me I've tried
I've tried to be nice and soft but it is not who I am
I am a wolf, even in sheep's clothing I have claws and teeth
The devil is still the devil wrapped in silk
I want to be good and pure
But I am not
Gods I am not
I like the pain I cause others
I like winning even at the cost of a shattered heart
My mind was broken by the harsh world
A world that does no know how to care, only how to stab
A world that does not comfort, only hurt
And so I have become the thing that hurt me most
A knife
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