Internal Bleeding

Not so fabulous at poetry.

Internal Bleeding

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words shatter my insides in hidden destruction.
Breaks will mend and bruises heal,
but the promises you broke caused internal bleeding.
People, though, they don't understand.
Because the bruises vanished and the scars faded,
and I'm still on the ground.
So they push me to my feet and say 'Life sucks. Get over it.'
And I shove the pain away and go through the motions.
Now there's blood dripping from the lips that tasted your sweet poison.
Everyone's so surprised because I seemed "perfectly fine",
but they didn't catch it in time.
Your beautiful lies already invaded my heart and spread to my veins.
And even then my last breath labors to whisper, 'I love you.'
And I hope that my last words haunt you.
That they keep you awake long enough to change,
and never throw your words around if you don't mean them.

Reviews

[BlankCypher]

I really like this, there is a lot of meaning and emotion put in and I can tell it comes from some painful experience. I can relate myself and absolutely love the imagery you use. The idea of words causing physical injuries gives people real perspective into what you're trying to convey and helps them to identify with your pain. Also your take on the whole "Sticks and stones" thing was very clever.

I love this and I hope you continue to keep writing as I'll definitely continue reading them ^_^
Fantastic work! :D

[alyssaruth_3]

Thank you so much! Your opinion means a lot to me.

[BlankCypher]

No problem at all, it was my pleasure!