Pen or Sword... Or Knife?

She sits again

The cold floor pressing into her weak legs

Drip, drip, drip

The cold shiny metals clatters against the tile

 

Light headed, she feels numb

The thrill of it barely touches her anymore

The pain licks  at her arms

The words tear apart her mind

 

Alone, she feels alone

Not worth it, she deserves the pain

She doesn’t feel sorry for herself

If they knew, they would laugh

 

Nobody deserves this

Everyone needs to know love

The words you say can hurt

Worse than knives ever could

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