• disruptive_being 36w


    You spoke them without consequence.

    You spoke them loudly and roughly
    They cut through me like a shards of glass
    Sticking to my heart like magnet

    I bit back my words,
    Losing my mind and soul

    You apologised like it never happened
    Now the blood is spilling from my lips

    My words will not be scripted
    I'll stumble on my letters
    You're voice gets louder in my ears

    My face feels numb
    There's an ache but it's starting to get old

    I wish I could rip your throat out
    Steal your voice
    Cry in the hopes of you feeling something

    Oh the dangerous thing you made me