Shards of Glass

Words can cut like glass

A cut here, a cut there
Sharp words disguised
by the fact that
you say you care
Like shards of glass
your words cut deep
Not sure I've been cut
until blood I see
I bandage these cuts
thinking it will take
the pain away,
but each cut gets deeper-
until my heart, they engrave
So many cuts I have now,
no bandage will help.
Nothing dulls the pain,
it's past time to save myself
Your kind of love
I just don't need
Your words,
like shards of glass;
will I no longer allow
to cut me