Whispers that kill me

Take my soul

And leave me with naught

Oh silly heart, keep beating

If not for my sake then for theirs

So they won't know the wrong they do

The way their word hurt

How I'm wounded so easily

You think you're hurt

Would you like to see my battle scares?

Think you were fucked over?

Think I'm the one who needs to apologizes?

Good thing you all keep my pride in check

An hour latter I'm back begging over a message

For you're oh so sweet forgiveness

I hate me

I hate the guilt

I hate the words

I hate remembering

I hate the scars you leave

When you think you owe me nothing

Can you at least hand me the gauze

So I can wrap this fucked-over-chipped-sad-excuse for a heart?