Cuts And Bruises
Your words are like poison
Dripping hot from the sharp, cold blade of a knife
Ready to cut my skin open once again
Digging deep into my flesh
Leaving scar than will never heal
Your apologise are like ice
Cold and soothing on burnt skin
So refreshing but yet so deadly
Spread thin over the body of a lake
So fragile it could break any second just because of a word - a step - misplaced
Swallowing me whole before I can scream for help
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