sometimes the point i try to make,
turns out too sharp,
it pierces the skin of those who listen,
stabbing through the heart,
sometimes it's in the words i say,
held in high regard,
sometimes it's the manner i say,
both harsh and hard.
i can pierce through the thickest skin,
your body's protection,
doesn't amount to nothing,
just let me begin and in the end,
i'll destroy you like they destroied me,
with honesty,
yes i hate you,
yes i love you,
oh how it must hurt to know,
the feeling of my soul.
posted by fillshe @ 5:39 PM
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