I'm nursing wounds, because they don't think words can hurt.
I'm biting my lip, I'm trying not to cry.
I'm smiling, what if they see inside?
Will they feel sorry and stop?
Or will they just laugh some more?
Will they lend me a helping hand?
Or throw me to the ground?
You're nursing my wounds, because you know words can hurt.
You wipe my tears and hug me as I cry.
You smile at me.
I'm not alone.
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Hey! First one down!
This is a poem that I've only authorized on my main account, so if you see it anywhere else, report it.
This was an entry for a poetry contest.
XO,
Via
