A Word
To you it’s just a word
But it makes her soul burns
And leads to that knife
She takes that first slice
And though the cut hurts
She’d rather feel that pain
Than the hurt and humiliation of being called names
So she continues to cut
And next thing you know
Her soul is now gone
Her body is on the floor
To you it was just a word
But to her it was worse than death
Now she’s no longer here
And her family can’t rest
All of the stress, all of the tears
All of the pain that seems out of this world
All of the questions, all of the heartbreak
All because of your one little word
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