My little feelings (quickly written)
So you think you can hurt my little feelings,
That come from wounds rather than healing.
You seriously think it will actually matter,
Because I won't splinter and I won't shatter.
Each one an addition to all this scarring,
Made red raw with self abuse and harming.
And sometimes I don't know why I bother
Maybe addicted to the pain and trauma.
I was opened up and pulled right down.
Kicked in the face and thrown to the ground.
Those bloody fingers ripped out my centre,
And I was left in ruin for good measure.
So if you think your attempts to treat me bad,
Will even hold a candle to the shit I've had,
You're mistaken and you won't ever win
I have had my core burnt out from within.
You think you can hurt my heart but see
Nothing hurt the way they broke me
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