And your disappointment cuts me like a knife
Small wounds left to scab over and forgotten
Your words are filled with venom
worse
than any sting or any bite
Over time small cuts turn into gaping wounds
Don’t you see your
words
are weapons
Don’t you see the hurt they’ve caused
So I pick up my pieces and I pack my own wounds
From this pain I forge my own armor,
stronger
than any words that fall from your mouth
I’ve spent enough time broken,
