Written by: diana jackson

Scattered flippant words spoken without thought
Reopening new wounds pouring in the salt
Oh how it burns

The emotion of feeling a thing again and again
Causes an upheaval of anger to surge
Makes me want to run away

Oh how insensitive one can be 
to those you once loved so dearly
Cheaply the words were spoken, 
how artificial the feelings one must have conveyed 
To dig at a wound so freshly dug and make it hurt again.