Open my mouth
The words come out
But they don’t feel soft
They feel like daggers
Newly sharpened daggers
Flying towards the ones I care about
They all back away from me
From the weapon of destruction
Who can’t be controlled
Taking hits from everyone else
Building it all up inside
Then shooting it out
But I must keep it in
To protect those I love
But the daggers bounce around in my stomach
Making me die inside
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
Open my mouth
The words come out
But they don’t feel soft
They feel like daggers
Newly sharpened daggers
Flying towards the ones I care about
They all back away from me
From the weapon of destruction
Who can’t be controlled
Taking hits from everyone else
Building it all up inside
Then shooting it out
But I must keep it in
To protect those I love
But the daggers bounce around in my stomach
Making me die inside