Your words can’t hurt me,
Your words don’t pierce,
An already calloused soul,
Your words are understood,
Their negativity was noted,
But they couldn’t put another bruise on a heart that is raw,
For my own thoughts now,
Do more damage  than yours ever did,
Push, pull, crack,
Another piece floats by,
As I speak this lie,
Again,
I ripped off my nerve receptors,
And though my limbs may still take a beating,
I swear I’m numb to your work,
But their content is quiet fuel for my fire,
And hatred is strong in this one,
Turned towards self,
Not strength, not better than outward hate,  
Nothing short of perfect love can save me now,
Only deepest thoughts about me can erase my list of error,
Can, inside my rotten soulkeeper,
Place a rainbow of affection,
And bring happiness to an ever worried soul.