your words, they sting
just like a razor blade upon my skin
sinking deeper with each cut you slit

the more words you throw
the deeper the wounds seem to be
the more pain you cause,
makes my blood dripping feel more like relief.

you whine like a baby
and you refuse to grow up
but what happens when your baby girl
gets so upset and slips up

the words you say
bruise her self esteem
she locks herself in her room
and the tears fall like a constant stream

you wish her to leave
you scream for your sanity
she can't take much longer
she keeps screaming her profanities.

your words they sear
like a hot wire across her skin
she reverts back to her room
and rips herself apart from within

they fear for her safety
her well being, and her life
well she does too,
because she doesn't know how much longer until they are exactly alike

the worse it gets here,
the better it feels
the more she gets yelled at
the more relief it brings

your words, they sting
just like a razor blade upon my skin
sinking deeper with each cut you slit