Your Words
Like a broadsword through my empty chest,
Your words hurt, though said in jest.
I returned your anger with only laughter,
Your words hurt, you cared not after.
My soul I spilled but you didn’t care,
Your words hurt, my walls stripped bare.
My heart I was ready to give,
Your words hurt, too much to live.
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