A knife can cut skin,
but words can cut the soul,
the blood that spills out,
creates a cavernous whole.
Words that are spoken,
can never be retracted,
they are always out there,
and so is the way you reacted.
Don't say things,
you wouldn't want to hear back,
Don't play with others emotions,
for it shows the heart your lack.
I want to be strong, smile,
and pretend it doesn't hurt,
but sadly I carry my heart,
on the sleeves of my shirt.
I need a release,
to be set free,
to unhear the words,
that now haunt me.
So I close my eyes,
and I lets out a sob,
and try to breath,
and ignore the throb.
The throb in my heart,
since I saw what you said,
the words I pray I forget,
the words that wont get out my head.