When Words Are Weapons
It’s not your words that hurt me but mine from your lips
Words of confirmation that fill the emptiness
That sits in the place that my hope once lay
That I fight to defeat every day
But I can’t fight forever and from this I can’t hide
As you break my shield from the inside
When words are weapons, you’ve no clue the power you wield
Reopening wounds that I’d thought were healed
When words are weapons I’m far too easy to break
But please continue to kick me, see how much I can take
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