Sometimes I wonder if humans realize how much pain they can cause with only words, humans are always carrying what I like to call a invisible knife.
Every word said to cause harm creates scars that cannot be seen by the naked eye, atleast not until its too late.
for every single word said to harm creates a new scar and sometimes those scars get too deep leaving permanent stains that will hurt them until death
people are the real monsters, I myself carry deep scars that have stained me for good and all that once was me have flown out with the spilled blood
People dont realize how dangerous they really are.
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The Poem Vault I: Dark times and seasons
PoesíaThe Poem vault is a collection of my poems this is 1 of 4 this one is about dark times and takes up serious topics
