Words are bullets
And every single one burns through me
Creating an infectious hole
Each one tears me down
And rips me apart
Words are knives
And each syllable flies toward me
And opens a new wound
Each blade cutting deeper
And deeper than the last
Words are machine guns
Tearing through and destroying me
Piece by piece, I'm torn apart
But no one can see
Cause it's all in my head
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
Words are bullets
And every single one burns through me
Creating an infectious hole
Each one tears me down
And rips me apart
Words are knives
And each syllable flies toward me
And opens a new wound
Each blade cutting deeper
And deeper than the last
Words are machine guns
Tearing through and destroying me
Piece by piece, I'm torn apart
But no one can see
Cause it's all in my head