I struggle

Stuck to my seat beside the window

Eyes shut, but ear opened

Heart open and bruised

I can’t stop

Hearing the words

Spilling through my open window

Like searching, dripping poison

Trying to find me

To hurt me

But I can’t close it

I can’t shut the window, it’s doesn’t budge

Because maybe I deserve this

I’m a creature made of filth

Disgusting, innocence runs from me

So I sit there, and don’t try to close it anymore

Why should I?

The words drown my ears

Becoming one

One terrible word

One word that describes us all—

**KILLER**

In some way

You’ve killed something

Maybe a person

Maybe a friend

Maybe a feeling

A statement

But I’m the worst

No one feels the way I do

How could anyone else feel this pain

This stabbing in my heart that twists my stomach?

So the window stays open

Stays stuck

No oil to loosen its hinges

No stitches to rebuild my heart