The Hurt

Not since I was young have I felt a hurt such as this, at the words of strangers, Call me a liar, a fake, a whore - you don't know my story. Inside I curl into myself, I fold and break and hide - the glass of my own mirror cutting into my organs. The tears forming in my eyes unable to be reined back in. Oh f**K it hurts - they cut and slash and slice with their words. And I know that I let them win, this is just what they want, they want to hurt me deeper than my skin - and I let them. Maggots eating away my flesh, leaving me a bag of broken bones - they are the maggots and my insides are their home.