These Cuts Don't Hurt, Your Words They Do.

These silts up my arms
Don't hurt one bit
The words you use,
Are what brought the pain
Your words they hurt
Cut straight to my heart
And slice it to bits
They made me lose the feelings I once had
My tears mixed into the blood
That slid down my arm
The deed was done
I'd found my way to cope
Each word of praise brought me up
Each comment of complaint shot me back down
What am I supposed to do?
How can I stop this hate?
Another comment
Oh look I cut myself again
Another scar added to my now growing collection
Too bad you don't know what you've created
Why do you make me try so hard?
Making the stress build up and grow,
Until...
Finally I EXPLODE
Why should I try,
To complete the things you never did?
Am I just another puppet?
For you to use up at your disposal?
Tears mix into the blood
That slowly slides down my arm
More cuts for me to feel something other than this pain in my heart
And so many more that I have yet to predict