escape to my abditory

 

i am once again back with a poem

because i was too scared

for the knife to pierce through

i hear their waves of laughter

yet all i feel is the breaking sound

of my fragile little heart

the sting of one stroke

on my wrist

felt painful, yet so good

but not as painful as your words

that broke me down

as it pierced through me

sharper than knives

gut-wrenching than bullets

harder than raining bombs

and no matter 

how much you scream

none would hear