What's right and what's wrong?
I cannot tell anymore
Nothing is clear; it's grey
And I am feeling torn
Because words are thorns
Tearing at my wrists
Scratching up my joy
And ripping me to bits
I am human and I have feelings
My heart can also hurt
But nothing pains me more
Than those reckless words
Because words are daggers
Cutting up my heart
Stabbing into my back
And slicing me apart
[So, my ranking has risen again thanks to all the comments on the previous chapter. Isn't it ironic?]