Today I saw a quote
"If you're not fed love on a silver spoon, you'll learn to lick it off of knives"
It made me think about a friend, well "friend"
Knives
Words
They're like knives in a way
No
More like shards of glass
They're thrown out with no second thought
No question as to whether they'll become anything more
Whether they'll do anything more
But like glass
Words can be sharp
They can be blunt
They can be beautiful
They can be ugly
They can hurt
Cut deep
Linger and fester
Infecting the wound they created
And like shard of glass
They can pile up
One after another
Poured into open wounds like salt
Turning pain to sadness
Turning sadness to anger
Turning anger to hatred
And Turning hatred to rage
Burning away
Stinging the eyes
Clogging up your airways until you can't breath and all you feel is pain and rage
They are like knives too I guess
Some use them carelessly
As if they don't have the ability to cause harm
As if they don't have the ability to kill
It's idiotic really
Not everyone can buy a knife
But anyone can say something cruel
Fuzz, out :3
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vent but kinda poetic sometimes?
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