Knives and Swords


The words cut like knives.

The actions cut like swords.

And I stand here...


By myself.

With no one to hold me,

And no one to love me.

Your words cut like knives,

Your actions cut like swords.

Yet I still stand here.

Crying on my own shoulder,

And standing on my own side.


Silently smiling to myself,

Cause that's all I'll ever be.




This is such a heartfelt poem. Please know you are not alone, you are never alone. I am sure there are people out there who care, I certainly do. No one should ever be lonely.

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