Actions Through Words

Do you notice the scars upon her wrist? Doesn't it feel nice knowing you're not the one with self-inflicted pain? In her mind, she's been dead for quite a while, she keeps a list. Yet, you stand between the lines, and what do you gain? Can you feel the canvases on her pale flesh? You never intended to hurt her, but were you cautious? Open your eyes, see the bruises upon her have turned greenish. All that's left of her is a corpse who feels nauseous. Your actions were never committed but your words have been said. You saw it as a game to play, you lead the other player on, and you've lost. Thanks to you, another one almost lied dead. But thanks to dignity and self respect, those words are off to rust.