They say sticks and stones can break my bones
But words will never hurt me
But
Person I loved called me a bitch
Person I loved called me Satan
Person I loved said I hate you
I loved,
Not love.
Now, I cry
Unshed tears
Now, I feel
No emotions
I know I am broken
I know I am hated
I know I am space
And time
But not really here.
They look at me
Call me freak
Weird
Strange.
They say I have no secrets
And I am always happy.
But look behind the façade
And see, see
Me.
Behind the fake,
My eyes show sadness
Pain
Fear.
Fear.
Always Fear.
For person I loved tore my heart
And ate it
And swallowed it whole.
They say, they say
Words are meaningless,
Look at actions.
But words can break and burn.
They tear apart
What little I have made
What walls I have to protect
Myself with.
They are all I have left,
Hard walls made of gray stone
Like myself.
Hard and cold.
I whisper, scream, yell,
But no one hears,
And I go through my day
And forget
Or try,
But when it all ends,
I have to come back
And it starts over.
I feel
Only pain
And happiness
But it is brief and
Never here
In this cell.
No, pain and fear.
That’s all I feel.
I hear that voice,
No matter its tone
And I shake
And tense
And fear clouds my mind.
It is involuntary,
A reaction.
My body trying
To protect itself
From the person I loved.
I loved,
Not love.
