The tongue is mightier than the sword. More so than the pen. Bless the man who found this phrase. I don't know why it is easy to hurt the people we love most. Is it love, if we are capable of hurt? Knowing pain from love is sadomasochistic. Not the physical kind...the emotional ones. Is it still sadomasochism?

But rationalizing hurt and dissonances towards clarity is a form of progress...right? Am I anywhere near there, because I can't tell.

Misused lines. Repeated. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat-
Scratched like a sound only to tear more pieces of our insides each time.
When will I learn to vomit the lines infested with ego and selfishness out of my system.

Self-loathing is something I despise.
But it is something I can't get a grip on.