verbally attack.

I've promised to myself.
Even I shed into tears and blood.
I'll not cry. (For any reason)
I won't waste any more tears for anything or anyone.
Even when I am breaking apart.

I was tough before and tougher by day.

I am not physically fit.
For that solely reason, I use words to protect myself.

My words do kill when I choose to.
But that is where the story started.
People can't accept bleeded people even when they said they want to help.

People never understand a wounded person when they never get a cut.
And people never understand, what kind of pain do a person experience from emotionally torture.

And the only thing that I terror of is using my words.
To fight. To protect me.
Yes, I hate of getting hurt - again.

So, instead of getting hurt again.
I would rather lost the love I've loved the most.
And to lose that kind of love, I am hurt.