They say sticks and stones can break my bones
But words will never hurt me
But
But the Person I loved called me a bitch
But the Person I loved called me Satan
But the 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.
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
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.
