The words you say mean nothing are like a physical blow
A hammer to my heart, a fist to my chest
They pain me, each word lashing me as surely as a whip
And yet it means nothing, you say
Words can't hurt you, not really.
But if that is truly the case
Then why does my chest bleed crimson tears of pain over the things you carelessly say,
The thoughts you mindlessly toss my way
This is real, this is pain
And somehow you expect me to just get over it
The words that hurt like blows to the face
You don't see the bruises they leave
But I feel them, each and every day.
Maybe you should try thinking, before you speak?
