Words like swords cut into my flesh

Words like swords cut into my flesh
And I bleed from the heart

The look on your face
Speaks volumes and leaves
A million tiny cuts in its path

Each wound not fatal
Together though, the flesh
Lays open in its wake
And slowly I feel I am bleeding out
Afraid and alone and feeling empty inside

Words like swords cut into my flesh
And I bleed from the heart

Where do I go from here?
How will it heal this time?
Will it ever heal again?

Each time, each tiny cut
Each drop of blood
Leaves me colder and more empty
Until I know it will come
And I will have died inside

Words like swords cut into my flesh
And I bleed from the heart

But the worst wound of all
The most cruel and brutal
The most painful cut of all

Are the wounds of no words
The cuts that come from the look
The one that speaks pity
And shame and fear
Of telling the ugly truth

Unspoken words like swords
Cut into my flesh
And I bleed from the heart

No answer means no lies
No lies means no deception
No answers, no lies no truth

Healing unlike before
So many tiny scars on the heart
Too many to heal, Too little too late
Inevitable conclusions slap me in the face
Like a cold bucket of water

Unspoken words like swords
Cut into my flesh
And I bleed from the heart

Before resentment, anger and hate
Before regret, love lost and nothing
Walk away and don’t look back

The road has been traveled before
The path of the steps is clear
The beginning, the middle and the end
Have been written by your hands
And your lack of words
And the
Unspoken words like swords
Cut into my flesh
And I bleed from the heart