They are only words
Just letters
They don't mean anything
That's what everybody thinks
But words cut deep
They will never know
My wounds
My scars
They are hidden behind all of the
Rumble and dust
Left over from the war in my mind
The war between myself,
The beholder, the skin and bones
And my thoughts,
The destroyer, the blade and knives
These words in my mind
They scare me
I try feebly to catch them
But their wings slip through my
Trembling fingers and they just
Fly around my mind some more
Concealing themselves
Behind memories long forgotten
They know I could
Never hurt them there
Because then my memories will be
Gone, destroyed by my thoughts
I am trying
I am trying so hard
I am fighting them
Holding them at bay
But after years of torture and torment
My arms are getting tired
My thoughts are smart
They know when to strike
When to hide
When to reveal themselves
My thoughts are smart
My thoughts scare me
But they are only words
Only letters
They don't mean anything
Thats what they all thought
Until my thoughts
Overtook my mind
Now they fly free
Their wings pierce my soul
My thoughts, these letters,
Their words
They cut me deep
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
