Your words

Your words are

like the plastic wrap on bananas at chain supermarkets, toxic and pointless like a candle without a wick, unable to shine light on your intentions
like bandaids that have lost their stick losing their ability to heal
like expired medicine, which hurts more than it can heal.
like a pan with a broken handle, unable to cook a needed meal
like a toilet with a broken flush, smelling of old and shitty deeds

your words are meaningless and will never ever heal 
the blinding bleeding pain deep inside my gut I feel.

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