Your words are sharp, sharp enough to cut through my heart.
Your words are painful - my heart aches when I hear them.

This blade, the blade, the blade of your words, they cut through my skin, tearing it apart.

It leaves a scar, a fresh scar.
A scar that will never disappear, a scar that will only ever deepen as time passes, a scar that will prevent me from living life to the fullest.

Trusting the handle of the blade, trusting that it wouldn't let me be scarred, it was a mistake.

But that mistake was worth it. It taught me a lesson.

So I thank you for scarring me so, for showing me how dangerous the world is, how deathly words are.