Tw this is a metaphor about verbal sa
you cut me when I refused to cut myself.
you didn't break me.
you didn't rip me apart.
you *cut* me.
and that was worse than anything you could've done.
because it wasn't that serious.
it wasn't supposed to affect me.
you cut me
but you didn't cut me deep enough to scar
so nobody took me seriously.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
ŞiirI'm a new writer and I put a bunch of my poems into one story. they do not connect to each other.
