Cut me open, and all you'll find are words
that I couldn't say/can't say/won't say
(because I was a coward
because I'm weak
because I'm scared).
They'll spill like ink onto the carpet
and this is not a stain that will come out easily
(or even at all)
because while it's true that sticks and stones break my bones,
words will be the thing that will **** me.
They will betray me in the worst possible way
and go from saving my life
to ending it.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
Cut me open, and all you'll find are words
that I couldn't say/can't say/won't say
(because I was a coward
because I'm weak
because I'm scared).
They'll spill like ink onto the carpet
and this is not a stain that will come out easily
(or even at all)
because while it's true that sticks and stones break my bones,
words will be the thing that will **** me.
They will betray me in the worst possible way
and go from saving my life
to ending it.