Words hurt they say,
but the feeling of them being etched
is akin to new found pain.
A pen would be easier, staining my skin, in-erasable;
the pencil is more dull.
Perhaps then will I finally feel sm...
Words hurt they say,
but the feeling of them being etched
is akin to new found pain.
A pen would be easier, staining my skin, in-erasable;
the pencil is more dull.
Perhaps then will I finally feel sm...