Don't let it hurt you.

One knife.
No, two.
Flying straight towards me.
Directly to my heart.
One goes in,
and then the other.
Don't cry
Teeth gritting hard.
Don't cry
A lump building in my throat.
Don't cry. 
Pain spreads not through my body
but through my heart and my mind.

I look okay, perfectly fine.
But I'm not.
your words hurt me.
Like knives piercing through my heart.
I pretend.
"It's just a graze, it's alright."
Deep down, I know.
It's not.

A wound that can never be treated.
Never to close.
It makes me vulnerable,
more pain will come.
More knives...
Like rubbing salt on a wound.
The burning sensation
but it hurts so bad.

Just someone with wounded heart.
But she's still standing.
She's never going down.
She stands proud and tall
with an open wound.
Don't cry. 
Sight blurring.
Don't cry.
Tears building.
Don't. Cry.
Run away, hide.
Cry. 

I don't know what I just wrote. No, I'm not emo if that's what you're wondering :b

Love Rachel*