They sharpened their knife
With every word I said
And when they were done
I felt as though I was better off dead
Their words left wounds
But the knife hurt most
A single, fatal blow
A stab to the back
A scar that doesn't show
The cause of many a tear to be shed
Frowns, forever withheld
Because of a single knife
And a stab to the back.
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Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
