The words are like knives
Ripping through my skin
Threatening to rip my heart
Right out of my chest.

The words are chipping
Pieces out of my heart
Leaving a gaping hole
Where my heart should live.

Pulsing and pounding
The words echo through
My hollow chest
Finally settling in my brain

Over and over I hear you
Repeating the words
Even if you don't remember
Speaking them, I hear them
Over
And Over
...