Scars

An affliction to our soul
Or a reminder of our past
It was made from a knife
In the form of words,
Sharper than any steel
It cuts deeper than any sword
Even if we are made of flesh and bones
Words are a weapon of their own,
It was never what you did
For my body was built to tolerate
But it was always what you've said
Because my heart was always yours to break,
These wounds never seem to heal
And these scars remind us that the past is real
Your words etched upon my soul
"I don't love you no more." 
That's how it always go...