Words go deep
they creep into my scars and wounds
I cannot tell that you meant it or not
or even realise the damage you cause
I know I am flawed
But sometimes you love me open mouthed with the things that come from your jaw
they are too raw.
If you strangle me it would be cleaner
but your words are meaner
do you mean what you say?
Your words spray
Cut like a split artery
hurt people hurt people
but sometimes evil is insensitivity
callous chaos
I cry
and want to die
emotion abuse
obtuse
and won’t relent
I can’t vent or your words will grow worse
and more vicious
you and I are from different worlds
and I can tell
that you believe I sometimes belong in hell.