Word Blade

I can't do it.

It's to much.

To much at once.

Just to much.

 

I cut myself.

I cut deep and hard.

With this my most painful blade.

I cut myself with my words.

 

Words impact more than actions.

The verbal and literary abuse.

So i cut myself to peices.

Carving away my pain.

 

The pain.

It drives me crazy.

Time goes and the pain grows.

More pain equals more cutting.

 

Uncontrolable.

Unstopable.

Never stoping.

Never ending.

 

Only ever getting worse.

Reviews

[WritersSoul]

Holy crap... This is me all over :( the flow and meaning of this poem sticks to me. I dont get abuse though. And i dont literally cut... But this poem can relate so people like 5 in 20 or soo people.
Feelings can stay or we have to let go.
These words are really inspiring to me, especially the very last sentence

"Only ever getting worse."
At times like these, this is the most biggest blow to me :(
Enuf about me! Fantastic poem!!!