Your words…
They may seem minimal
Just something you blurted out
Something you didn’t think about
But they’re killing me

Being myself is hard enough
Without your words
Contorting my figure into a pile of rubble
I struggle to keep smiling
And lately, every slight grin is an imposter
Tricking it’s new victims into thinking I’m okay

You will be the death of me
And you don’t even know it
Every hateful comment is
Shurikens thrown through my heart

The blood on my arms may be fresh
Yet you still find new ways to injure me
Cutting into my skin until you see bone
Fracturing all of my bones until I am nothing

Too bad you didn’t realize
I already feel like nothing