Words,
Like knives, they are.
Knives that can slice you into pieces,
silently with their swift movements
without you even noticing that its happening,
only to feel the pain right after,
and be left dumbfounded of how it could pain you in the first place.
Words,
Like fuckin knives, they are,
They're like knives, and all of us know it.
All of us had a taste of it at some point of our lives,
or perhaps ALL points of our lives,
we know it, yet we ourselves use them obliviously.
What the fuck is wrong with us?
Like knives, they are.
Knives that can slice you into pieces,
silently with their swift movements
without you even noticing that its happening,
only to feel the pain right after,
and be left dumbfounded of how it could pain you in the first place.
Words,
Like fuckin knives, they are,
They're like knives, and all of us know it.
All of us had a taste of it at some point of our lives,
or perhaps ALL points of our lives,
we know it, yet we ourselves use them obliviously.
What the fuck is wrong with us?
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