Dark Whispers

I am sensitive, More delicate than a Bleeding Heart. Ice cold criticism is my demise. I resort to witty remarks before lashing out as my last defense. Words are bullets, which stay inside hidden internal wounds never completely healed, etching traumatic nightmares into my mind. Beneath each lie, you bury my flesh and being. Each word game shatters my bones. Ruthless rumors ruin my inadequate self-confidence. You murderously drew my blood, and showed the world, smiling maniacally and losing it all. Darkness and hatred drove you mad, drowning your life in pitiful vain. Thus, you make the Evil Witch’s goal your life and aim to kill Snow White. You mocked my soul once filled with dreams that you’ve torn apart, and you burned my paper-thin pride. I watched indifferently, silently screaming through the hell you put me through. I’ve always looked for the light, but I’m afraid you have forgotten a time before pride and anger reigned your life. Long ago, we were best friends. I knew all your secrets and you knew mine. I told you Everything: All my Greatest strengths and weakness Biggest fears and hopes. I trusted you, saving my last breath to say: Et tu, Brute?