Baby, your words hurt like sticks and stones, showering me with endless debris that makes me frail, inside and out.
Baby, your words sting like wasps and hornets, swelling me with so much hate that makes me so bitter, but you don't care.
Baby, your words cut like paper and machetes, slicing and hacking me open until you cut me into pieces so small, I'm not sure I exist anymore.
Baby, your words hurt like fire and ice, freezing me, making me immobile, numb to what happens around me, and than melting me so suddenly, making everything come back, all at once, making everything I built up crumble and fall. So fast that I fall with it, and I break again.
Baby, your words hurt like being torn apart by the limbs, slowly, and than all at once. I'm broken. I'm useless, and nobody realizes that I'm going to be gone soon. But that's okay, because nobody needs me anymore.
Baby, your words don't hurt anymore.
Baby, don't you dare cry over me, darling, you've gotta keep your chin up, okay?
Baby, why are you crying?
Baby, you made me do this?
Baby, I hope you rot in hell.