It hurt me
Its actions hit me
And sliced my soul,
But no one can see.
So I took a razor
Put it to my skin
So to hurt worse
Than my heart
But nothing hurts worse
No matter how hard I try.
I keep cutting slicing, dicing.
But nothing can conceal this pain of mine.
Keep cutting
Maybe it’ll take away the hurt.
I lay there wondering how feelings could
Lead you to this.
How one word sliced in my skin,
Branded in my feelings,
Mean nothing?
Just one word, one emotion
Can kill you on the inside
But etched in my skin is only a reminder
Of what it did.
And to my soul it ate
Just one horrifying word:
HATE
