Anger

As I tear at my hair, 
I remember the words whispered, 
Bringing revelations into my soul, 
That I already knew somehow. 
It felt like a different nail was 
Being hammered into my heart, 
For every unspoken word 
That was now finally being heard. 
It can be said that the truth hurts, 
But after listening to so many lies; 
Twisted tales and half-stories… 
You realise it’s not the truth that kills. 
What can be done when there’s no heart left? 
Nothing remains to be scorched and tainted. 
Everything once pure is now sordid and sullied. 
A once innocent girl, left to corruption. 
The word ‘love’ has lost all meaning; 
I only understand the terms hate and abhor. 
Hating everything for what I’ve become. 
Hating him for throwing me away.

Whispered Words