Words hurt,yes they do.
It's like a shield to keep us from harm.
Your tongue is like a sword.
Words hurt and words kill.
It just matters how you say it.
Down on the floor.
With tears in my eyes.
Rosey cheeks.
And one hell of a fake smile.
I pick up a box from under my bed.
I open it up and I look what's inside.
The blades that haven't been used in a long time.
On my arm the blade rests.
Oops! My hand must've slipped.
Red river,flowing down.
So much blood it'll make you frown.
©bitchlover
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