You here in the room,
states beating words.
Cries in the distance,
a puddle growing slowly.
Crumpling me silently,
all you can do.
No words have hurt me more,
but your bloody thoughts should.
Emotions haunt and touch,
pushing and hurting and cutting.
No other lives taken,
but mine and your sanity.
Tears dried and dead,
nothing left for them.
No salvation for the weak,
the strong willed shall survive.
But who will win the battle of stares,
words and tears useless?
Nobody shall wonder who is the victor,
cause this senseless hurt will kill us both.
Author notes
This is about my friend and me.
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