Caricamento in corso...

Words

To she who hurts me with words, but helps me with gestures

Words,
pierce through my heart like darts on a leather board,
Insults stick to my brain like Velcro,
Make my eyes fill with water,
creating a internal storm that causes my furry to burst like a volcano
burning down any hope i have of being a better person
My stomach aches from the crying
My heart burns from the pain,
My eyes poor out tears of nonexistent courage, love, and hope.
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