Hurts It Stings

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You’re words are so hurtful

You really have no idea

Instead you use this tool like mass weapons

Aimed to do their worst

Stop

It’s time to turn off and block things coming from you

I see your lips move

So I create nothing but silence

Looking closer I try to read what you speak

Stop

Block those lips and fade them out

You’re just a figure standing in front of me

Silent with rage, infused with anger and ready to strike

You can’t strike when there’s no target for you to take aim

I’m stronger than this, won’t take it no more

Beat me down and I’ll try harder to tower over you

You know how to hurt me, what things to say and how to talk

Now blocked, you have no ammunition left

Needing to stop this for my own sanity

An impenetrable force field

Undeniable malfunction

Up, down. Side to side.

A fractured machine bouncing place to place

Creating misfit endings

and undone beginnings

Needing repair, ignored dismay

Pushed forward to work yet another day

Rattled banging, clashing pieces.

Dents and cracks no longer superficial

Trudging through with no end destination

Shards and fragments left behind

No longer producing end results

Failing to prevail

Two paths to be chosen

Stuck at the cross road

tittering on the edge.