100 Letters I Can't Ever Send
drenched in my own blood,
drenched in my own pain
i tried to do something for myself,
i tried to save myself
i tried to save myself from you
you wrote words to dig the knife deeper
you wrote words to inflict pain
you tried to carve those words onto my chest
across my heart
but they won’t stick this time.
you can write all the hateful,
vengeful,
angry words you want-
you don’t get to hurt me anymore
you can’t hurt me anymore
there are no breaks in the armor
i made from my own destruction
i am the strongest person alive.
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