Hurt

Your words are a nightmare

Sending chills down my back

I want to curl up with a blanket covering my body

Covering my body from the words you say

It’s like knives

missing me by inches

I want to plug in my ears with wax

Ignoring the pain

At last a knife hits its target

Separating your world from mine

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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