Words don't hurt
Words don't hurt
The person saying them does.
Just seeing where it is coming from
Is like taking a sword
stabbing it into my chest.
Then when I realize
the feelings that go along with the words.
I picture you
turning the sword inside my chest.
Then, with every dropp of blood dripping out,
I have to remind myself that
they are only words;
And that words don't hurt.
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