The words register
for the thousandth time
in a mind
where they are eternally trapped.
A place where they can't escape.
They try to wretch free,
but only succeed
in turning on the faucet
connected to my eyes.
It hurts to hang on
to the words he so ruthlessly
poured into my mind
through other people.
But I will hang on.
He tries to take them back,
but I won't give them up.
No matter how much it hurts,
I won't let go.
He tries to get rid of them.
He pours new words
into my damaged mind,
but they just pour out
tracing lines down my face.
I knew they were lies,
unlike the words I hold now.
The words that declaired,
that he didn't care
or love me.
I will hold these words
for they are the only things
that make sense to me,
because they are true.
These Words.
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