Words
Your words they hurt Like the sharpest of knives Cutting me through The pain inside. I know you don't see Or maybe you do But the words they keep Spilling from you. The pain grows deeper Each word you say It chills my bones By the end of the day. After your through The same words ring out "I'm so sorry" Those words I doubt. If you only knew The pain I've felt Over words spoken Like blows dealt. You wonder why I withdraw and fight Wishing I was dead All through the night. It's the words you use To make me weak Wanting the darkness I eternally seek.... Written June 10th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 02:34 PM PST, Deborah Wolz 18 • 0 • 1
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"Your words they hurt..."