It's funny how the sweetest words can hurt so much more than an insult.
Often we forget the fact that we have to protect ourself from pain, even the people we love.
Once the guards are down, they swoop in and buckle your knees.
The lights go out and the water rushes in, washing away all remaining defences.
Some of us don't know how to come back and brush it off, so we curl our legs to our chest and blast music to drown it out. Eventually, it becomes so much more than words, and we forget what started this inner turmoil we call living a lie.
We dread sleeping in fear of what we may dream about, just hoping that tonight, maybe, we can sleep soundly.
Popping pills to soothe our mind and cutting our roots only sometimes works, it's temporary. Nothing stays, everything is for now.
Everyone encourages you to be honest about what your going through, but when you open up, they struggle to shut it back closed, simply because it's something they can't understand.
But once it's out,
It's out.
The beast is unleashed, and you find that you can
feel the cold stares pressing into the back of your head.
Suddenly speaking about your issues feels wrong,
Like you're spreading some dirty secret or rumour that would hurt the people that hear..
Maybe that's all we can do,
Maybe that's what we are best at... hurting.
Other things seem to flop and fail,
But hurting others comes so naturally,
That we may not even realise that you've spoken out of turn.
