I have never known the strength of words until I heard your say them,
the uttered letters that form the expression of your thoughts.
Striking me, sharper than a cutting knife,
heavy and weighing me down to the ground.
I am bleeding on the inside, and heart turning cold,
My breath is restricted, but from my eyes no tears could fall.
My mind turns, and tries to understand, are the words real? Was I just blind?
I believed in what I heard, because you said them.
Once, twice, a hundred times.
Going circles, again and again.
Then it must be true. I believe it’s true.
With every single word you speak a part of me disappears.
Something tells me I am no longer me.