They are just words
Tell that to the suicidal kids
Taking it everyday, silent
Letters on a screen, never quite heard
Yet stings of fag and slut ringing in the head
An upturned smiling hiding the truth
Bloodied day to day, "school was fine mom"
A whole different world, stranger to the aged
World of wonder, yet with pain
Hiding from hope and action
They see nothing, the adults
Oblivious to the words, the hate
"They are just words"
Tell that to the dead kids
Forever sleeping in the dark
Because cyberbullying people
Put them there
With letters connected to form the fire
That burned the mind of their innocence
Hanging with no thoughts of value
Desensitized they said it was fine
And everything is okay believe the pain in the eyes, not the spoken words
Searching for loving heart
A loving word in the room
Hoping with every last drop on the crumpled tissue
Things will get better
Are these just words
Or do they actually mean enough
For you to do something about them
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
