Weapons of Word

Think before you speak.

Do you speak to others
The way you speak to me
Your words hit me
Like bullets
And I’m left bleeding
With open wounds
I have scars upon scars
And a bruised heart
From all the hateful shit
You’ve ever said to me
My bones shake
As the weight of worthlessness crushes me
All in the name of you believing
You’re right
You have the right to bear arms
But why are pointing your gun at me