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?