the deluded ones [#2]

you

april 13th, 2017

my words, they hold so much power, yet power is not good to have when it overloads your mind.

i'm capable of hurting so many through my speech, and i wonder if my ability to speak has any good that can come from it because it seems that they only bring harm to those around me, and my inability to think before i act has left me to struggle to carry the aftereffects that i have caused with my own being.

what is the purpose of my existence? was i truly meant to be? will i ever successfully help somebody?

my words, are they just a web of lies, snaring those i love and putting them to pain? how do i know? how can i know?

perhaps this is why i find it hard to sleep because i am forbidden to rest peacefully due to all that i've done and all that i've failed to do. they are my faults, and it is time for me to accept the tragedies that have yet to befall me.