Your words cut like blades,
And I'm left to catch the blood...
Sew myself up.
Accept your apologies like the medication you think it is.
Each cut has caused a scar,
Though I don't speak of them much...
They're buried under my clothes,
Near my heart...
One by one, I examine them.
My self esteem dips and dives...
I weave and woe.
At one point I had laid my entire life, my entire heart, all of my love on the line...
And I tried, and I sacrificed...
And have yet to receieve the same level of sacrifice.
So what do I do, bend and break?
Or bow away?
I feel like you don't care if I stay.
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