Words that cut like glass —
Sharp, unseen.
Expect too little.
Hope for the best.
Treat each wound like all the rest.

They stain your heart,
Make it bleed.
Crack your ribs,
Leave your soul in need.

They break you down —
But still, you rise.
Because in the end,
They’re just words,
Just words.
So treat them that way.

Don’t expect too much.
Expectation is the root of all pain.
And words that cut like glass —
Still shatter just the same.