I cringe at the thought of you speaking to me
you’re words like knives, slicing away
every insult that tears through my trembling skin
leaves me laughing; with nothing else left to say
You join me and together we laugh at my blood
Because the pain I feel is all just a joke
You say you care, then leave me all over again
Led me astray with every word that you spoke
What If I stole one of those sharp-tongued words
And ripped it across your fragile skin?
Would you still be laughing at the cuts on my wrists?
Would your face be stained with the same devilish grin?