Their words were sharpened before they strung them in the bow of their minds and set them loose between the plump flesh of their bleeding lips
Lies spilled from my heart and I was drained of any meaning I thought I had.
Discouraged.
Hated.
Like every breath I took was shriveling my lungs and poisoning my veins.
Every time I exhaled, another root of life was swallowed in a harsh desert ground.
No matter how many deaths I die, I will never forget the stings and scars their words left,
scorpions would have been butterfly kisses compared to these.
And the doctors still don't know what to do.
You've been abandoned. And yet, I'm the one tearing up more than you.
No, I'm just shivering from the cold.