Telling myself I'm okay,
Helping myself with beautiful lies.
Deep down , I'm injured.
I was innocent but you cut me with your words.
Words, which were sharper than swords.
Words, which came from your anger.
Words, which couldn't vanish with your apologies.
Words, which broke my heart.
Now, I'm trying to take my broken pieces
But my hands are shaking.
Because they are bleeding.

© anotherdeadpoet