Words hurt like any other blade....

sweet dreams,
I dont really remember those,
I remember nightmares,
killing,
blood,
suicide.

My childhood was never pretty,
I wore a smiling mask,
so no one asked,
i pretended like I didnt care,
when anger flared inside me,
the stupid nicknames,
Emo bitch...
Oh, if they could see me now.

If they only knew the raw hatred i held in me,
the raw emotion i locked away,
if they only knew the real damage they did,
i would love to see their faces,
if one day i were to explode with anger.

Dont they know their word hurt,
dont they know an insult is like a blade,
cutting open my veins.

when they find out they will ask,
why,
and i will reply with a simple smile.