I don't know what you hear
In that pretty little head
Of yours
When I speak words of encouragement

I cannot bare to hear you screech
Those awful sentences in my face

I've not been so stressed in a years time
Not since I tried to take my own life

Your words do not just leave scars
That will not heal
They leave gashes engraved in my skin
***** is carved in scarlet letters from your razored spit slicing through my veins

Your words have edges sharp as claws that dig under my skin and live within my blood

They send electric shocks through my body
They hurt so fiercely, I want to bleed out to make it stop

I cannot bare to have your words crush my skull any longer

Oh, dear Katelynn, how does your pretty little mind perceive the words I've spoken to you?