Words hurt; they scar
Tear apart from inside
They grow and change
Consume no matter where we hide
In reality the truth hurts
That is why we all lie
Honest words are pure poison
But they hardly answer why
Time will heal all wounds
Yet no matter all our tricks
Our results are oh so messy
Much worse than throwing sticks
No answers; more questions
Is all that we find
When words are released
The simply boggle the mind
Stronger than steel
They cut through the bone
Sharper than glass
They hurt far more than stone
It's too late to take back
So many Ill-chosen words
They stay stuck forever
Like broken winged birds
Words truly do hurt
Ask anyone and you'll see
So just sew shut my lips
And let me be free
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A Dash of Madness
PoetryThe mind is a horrible thing to waste. Now when you have a mind like mine, where monsters come out to play and happy things come in bursts, it helps to write things down. From bad days to good days and everything in between I try to make sense of...
