Thoughts hurt
Just like knives
They burn
Like fire flies
They cut
Deep into our lives
They tear
Apart our inside
Words hurt
But ours hurt the most
When we speak to ourselves
We point out our hopes
Then destroying those
With thoughts of reality
We become cold
Distant
And sometimes a fatality
YOU ARE READING
A Truthful lie
PoesíaI write what I feel so yeah here you go Covers by @Destiny_isnotonfire
