Pen or Sword... Or Knife?
She sits again
The cold floor pressing into her weak legs
Drip, drip, drip
The cold shiny metals clatters against the tile
Light headed, she feels numb
The thrill of it barely touches her anymore
The pain licks at her arms
The words tear apart her mind
Alone, she feels alone
Not worth it, she deserves the pain
She doesn’t feel sorry for herself
If they knew, they would laugh
Nobody deserves this
Everyone needs to know love
The words you say can hurt
Worse than knives ever could