The Power Of Words

Thu, 11/01/2018 - 16:15 -- LexyG

Your words cut like knives 

You attack,

Always from different angles,

Always with the same artillery.

 

You aim to destroy,

To take my life,

And turn it to pieces.

You watch me fall,

Laughing at my cries of pain.

 

Your words are knives,

Forever implanted in my brain 

This poem is about: 
Me

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