Papercut

You never needed fists to hurt me

No bruises, just quiet decay

Each smile a subtle weapon

That carved a little piece away

You said, “Don’t take it so personal”

Like you weren’t pulling strings

But I was the marionette

Bleeding in invisible ink

It wasn’t fire

It wasn’t knives

Just tiny truths that slowly died

No war cries

No crashing sound

Just apathy that pinned me down

I’m a papercut from every word you didn’t say

Bleeding out in silence — while you looked away

You didn’t break me

You just let me tear

One edge at a time

'Til I wasn’t there

Yeah, I’m a papercut —

And you never cared

You never yelled, you never swore

You just watched me rot behind closed doors

Your kindness was anesthesia

While you chipped away my core

I begged you for a pulse check

You gave me ghost replies

You called it"space" —

But that’s just how a coward hides

It wasn’t fire

It wasn’t knives

Just tiny truths that slowly died

No war cries

No crashing sound

Just apathy that pinned me down

I’m a papercut from every time you walked away

Fading under pressure you refused to name

You didn’t bruise me

You just let me fray

Line by crooked line

'Til I fell away

Yeah, I’m a papercut —

And you let me stay

You always knew where the weak lines were

You read me like a suicide note

Folded me into a shape you liked

Then left me crumpled — throat slit, soaked

Funny how the smallest wound

Is the one that bled the loudest.

I’m a papercut and now I’m sharp enough to slice

Your silence taught me how to weaponize

You didn’t lose me

You gave me away

One piece at a time

Now I’m not afraid

I’m the papercut —

And I’ll never fade